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

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
I dropped out of High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, 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 on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite
Chill on the block Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's into money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess means peace
For niggaz no sheisty to just snipe ya
off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like y'all

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

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many
telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross 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 hung around the older crews while they sling to dingbats
They of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man
True in the game, as long as is blue in my veins
I pour my brew to my deceased 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 take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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