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 that smoke thai
I dropped out of High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the
I on park 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 trife life, did or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife invite crimes
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my that's into drug money, market into 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 roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' niggas on a straight through memory lane
It's like y'all, it's like that y'all

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
Live 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
are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm so
My pen the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who the same rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for sales
My intellect prevails from a cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, on beats
I prophecies 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 fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to 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 crew on memory

"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a down 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 dangerous MC is, me number won, and you know where me from