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
Unofficial smoke woolie thai
I out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
survivor, fuck 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, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my smoke
real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps into drug money, market 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 to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' niggas on a straight through memory lane
like that y'all, it's like that y'all

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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 or behind bars
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I the frail, with lyrics that's real
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings,
fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', the herbs stand still
talkin' to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as 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 down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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