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 that smoke woolie
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with
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 coat
lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or lines
The hype vice, night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with gold strap
With my peeps that's into money, market into rap
No sign of the in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' 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 that

"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"

"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 divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic I let blow
And back down po-po I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's
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 lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name bell rings, black
Some scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the stand still
Never talkin' to snakes the words of man kill
in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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