Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the
I reminisce on jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac gold
my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like y'all

"Now let me take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

"Now let me a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

"Now let me a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

"Now let me take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for Alize niggas or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live no roses, only the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po I'm vexed so
My pen the paper then my brain's blank
I see streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus fail
hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross nails
I the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs still
talkin' to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on lane

"Now let me a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

The most dangerous MC is, me number won, and you where me from