Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
I dropped out of Kooley High, up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
Sentence begins indented, formality
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, off the block
I reminisce on jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, market rap
No of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to
With side bets, I a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through lane
It's that 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 a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic I let blow
And back down when I'm vexed so
My pen the paper then my brain's blank
I see streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I reinforce the frail, lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while sling smack to dingbats
They of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs 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 a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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