Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, a part 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 make me see him drop in my weed smoke
real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite
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 craps to
With side bets, I a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip 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 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"

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
Three for Alize deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, automatic fo'-fo' 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' who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for sales
My intellect prevails a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while sling smack to dingbats
They of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made 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 herbs still
talkin' to snakes cause the words of man kill
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 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"
"Now let me a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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