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 that woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with
My infinite, money wise 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 shot for his sheep
Childhood make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite
Chill on the block with Cognac strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, market rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' on a trip straight through memory lane
It's that y'all, it's like that y'all

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

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

"Now let me take a trip 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 window faces shootouts, overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
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 back down when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who the same rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My intellect from a hangin' cross with nails
I the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies 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, Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my
I pour my Heineken brew to my crew on memory lane

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

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