Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey holders and old niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
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 from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white
The hype vice, murderous night times, and fights invite crimes
Chill on the block Cognac gold strap
With my peeps into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' on a trip straight through memory lane
like that y'all, it's like 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 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
for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', stitches 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 the same rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand
Never to snakes cause 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 down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"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 trip memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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