Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a head cutie pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the manifested 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, murderous night times, and fights invite crimes
Chill on the block Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, into rap
No of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty to just snipe ya
Start off the mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight 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 trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window faces shootouts, drug
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po I'm vexed so
My pen taps the then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, some fail
hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' with nails
I reinforce the frail, with that's real
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews they sling smack to dingbats
spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs still
Never talkin' to snakes the words of man kill
in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my crew on memory lane

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

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