Luyện nghe bài hát Memories Live

Yo, you what we got to do, man, we need to get a whole cd
Get a collection of all the music and everything we've done

Bringing sweet memories

Life, in flatbush and going to house parties
Red lights, bumping, is what you make it, then sorry
In my lifetime, done too many things
Better than watching your son put his sentences together
Yo, it make me think of way back when
I was the portrait of the as a young man
All them dreams of rapping
Writing on napkins
Was really
Making this shit happen
It's like come through me
truly just consume me
Speaking through the voices of the speaking to me
I think back in the day, I absorbed everything a sponge
Took a plunge my past to share with my son

Bringing sweet memories

thoughts out the back of my mind
Going back in some
Like you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line
Look and you find
Tracks that make you and recline
Now rap about packing a nine
When they lacking

Running out of of conversation
Well I drop it in the pocket because my occupation
I do it remarkably, up a leaf
And possibly you follow me
Tap into chi
Utilize your
To help you see clearly, then get to me
Actually, new under the sun
So when be stressing me
My remedy is 'bringing sweet memories'
the faces that are woven in the fabric of my consciousness
From where making 21's a big accomplishment
when my people understood their prominence
And my past visions of the continent
Like the first I saw krs live, rockin' it
I heard by common sense
Dominant in my
I chose my like spike lee
To my life through mics, and I never take it lightly
It might be something you did to bring you down when you were
But karma's a bitch, you steady asking god why
Like my parents first split up
Yo, I was
Seems like years they was together for the sake of the children
And I love for that
I don't if they saw that
So say it, and convey it when the world play it (3x)

Bringing back sweet

Like black is beautiful, names from the
Let me tap into energy
Fields of become my property
When I reach my destiny a prophecy
Especially when I 'm 'bringing back memories'
I got deep into my mind, see I got a
That float through my head like a sweet
What you me
is a collection of memories
Definitely this is how hiphop was to be
Eventually, I I'd run into hi-teknology
It was a matter of time like centuries
the recipe or technique to how it sound so sweet
I freak with word power, my man speak beats
If I make it in new york, I figured anywhere I'd make it
Came to linked with mood, and we did sacred
Hi-tek beats my favorite
on the side was the cut
We to put songs together like 'what!'
Traveled the world, back to the crib
And hit the
Yeah, this year we put in work and got some other
In fact, where I'll take the fam
When the reflection joint is
By the time you hear this, be basking in african sun
wow!
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