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

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a head cutie pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a from Energizer
Sentence indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a 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 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 Cognac gold strap
With my that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means
For no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
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 lane
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 and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
Live no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic I let blow
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for sales
My intellect prevails a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I around the older 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 thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs still
Never to snakes cause the words 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 trip 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 trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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