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

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old school niggas, I be dissin' a
Unofficial smoke woolie thai
I out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck the liver
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I drop the ancient hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was 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 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, into rap
No sign of the beast in the Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like y'all

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

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
Three for niggas 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 is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back po-po 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', some up-rise, plus fail
hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the of man kill
True in the game, as long as is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my crew on memory lane

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

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