Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

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

"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 trip memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
Three for niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, on beats
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to
They of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand
Never to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on 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 down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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