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

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be a
that smoke woolie 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 difference from
Sentence indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed
It's real, up in trife life, did times or white lines
The vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite crimes
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I that means peace
For niggaz no vice 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' on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like that

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"Now let me take a down 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 faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's made bell rings, black
fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the stand still
Never talkin' to cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on lane

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

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