Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, I be dissin' a
Unofficial that woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
Sentence begins indented, with
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him in my weed smoke
It's real, up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite
Chill on the block Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, market rap
No sign of the beast in the Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through 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 take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind
I rap Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', stitches or fat shoelaces
are petrol, dramatic 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 the same rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
My intellect from a hangin' cross with nails
I the frail, with lyrics that's real
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews they sling smack to dingbats
spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my
I pour my Heineken to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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