Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be a
Unofficial smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, formality
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the
I reminisce on park jams, my man was for his sheep coat
Childhood 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 block with 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 no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
With side bets, I a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight memory lane
It's like that y'all, like that y'all

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

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

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

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And back po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
My prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's 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 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 trip 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"

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