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 smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
Sentence indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was for his sheep coat
Childhood make me see him drop in my weed smoke
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 into drug money, into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just ya
Start off the mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip through memory lane
It's that y'all, it's like that y'all

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

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

"Now let me a trip 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 behind
I rap Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
Your blowin', black 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 then my brain's blank
I see streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a cross with nails
I the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings,
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', the herbs stand still
Never to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased 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 trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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