Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old school niggas, I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
Sentence begins indented, with
My duration's infinite, money wise or
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I drop the manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep
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 fights invite crimes
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's into money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I that means peace
For niggaz no vice to just snipe ya
Start off the mats for craps to Ceelo
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's that y'all

"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 down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

"Now let me take a trip down 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 faces 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 razor embraces, many
telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic I let blow
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My intellect from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, lyrics that's real
to Christ, a disciple 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 name made rings, black
Some fiends scream, Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my
I my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

"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 take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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