Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane (sittin' In Da Park)

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke cutie pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his coat
lesson make 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 fights invite crimes
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, market rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I that means peace
For no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like that

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

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind
I rap Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And back down po-po when I'm so
My pen taps the paper my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, on beats
I prophecies through 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 thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand
Never talkin' to snakes cause the of man kill
True in the game, as long as is blue in my veins
I my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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