Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke thai
I out of Kooley 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 from
Sentence begins indented, with
My infinite, money wise 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 lesson make me see him drop in my weed
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or lines
The hype vice, murderous times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac gold
With my peeps that's into drug money, market rap
No sign of the in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no vice 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 niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
like that y'all, it's like that y'all

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

"Now let me take a down 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 or behind 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
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings,
Some fiends scream, Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the stand still
talkin' to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on lane

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

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