Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old school niggas, I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
Sentence begins indented, with
My duration's infinite, money 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, murderous times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the with Cognac gold strap
my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty to just snipe ya
Start off the mats for craps to Ceelo
side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's that y'all

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

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

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

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus fail
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that name made bell rings, black
fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica 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 as blood is blue in my veins
I my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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