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
Unofficial smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
Sentence indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money wise or
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in life, did times or white lines
The vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac gold
With my peeps that's into drug money, market rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
like that y'all, it's like that y'all

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

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

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

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

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
Three for niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window 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 razor embraces, many
Your telephone blowin', stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic 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' who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for sales
My intellect prevails from a cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand
Never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man
True in the game, as long as blood is in my veins
I my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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