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

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

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

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
for Alize niggas deceased 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 nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's
I see dark streets, hustlin' who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
My intellect prevails from a cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, lyrics that's real
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while sling smack to dingbats
spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the of man kill
in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory

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

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