Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

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

"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 down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggas or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window faces shootouts, drug
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
my basis, my razor 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 my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
My prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I the frail, with lyrics that's real
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they smack to dingbats
spoke 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 still
talkin' to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased on memory lane

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

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