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
that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck the liver
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his 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 knife 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 blue Chrysler, I guess that means
For niggaz no sheisty vice to snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to
With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
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 a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for Alize deceased or behind bars
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, faces
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat
Peoples are petrol, automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my blank
I see dark streets, brothers who keep the same rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' with nails
I the frail, with lyrics 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 they sling smack to dingbats
spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the 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 lane

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

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