Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, I be dissin' a
that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, up by a coke head cutie pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
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 park jams, my man was shot for his coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed
It's real, grew up in life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with gold strap
With my peeps that's drug 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 dice-rollin' for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip 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 trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

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

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for Alize deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug
Live 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
telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic I let blow
And back down when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings,
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on lane

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

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