Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
I out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, formality
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, 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 make me see him drop in my weed
It's real, grew up in trife life, did or white lines
The hype vice, night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with gold strap
With my peeps that's drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means
For niggaz no sheisty vice to snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's that y'all

"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"

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

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for Alize niggas or behind bars
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And back down po-po when I'm so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's
I see streets, hustlin' brothers 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 that's
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's 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 stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the of man kill
True in the game, as as blood is blue in my veins
I my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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