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

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke thai
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 from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with
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 on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac strap
With my peeps that's drug money, market into rap
No sign of the in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the mats for craps to Ceelo
side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip through memory lane
It's like that y'all, like that 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 Alize niggas deceased or behind
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine 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 down po-po when I'm so
My pen taps the paper then my blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
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 decipher through a mic and say peace.
I around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name 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 herbs still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man
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 down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a down 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 where me