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

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

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize deceased or behind bars
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 medicine is the
my basis, my razor 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 paper then my blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My prevails from a hangin' cross 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 around the crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
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
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my
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 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 won, and you know where me from