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

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be a
that smoke woolie thai
I out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, into rap
No of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to snipe ya
off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory
It's 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 deceased or bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, faces
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat
are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po I'm vexed so
My pen the paper then my brain's blank
I see streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
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 they smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the stand still
Never to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as as blood is blue in my veins
I my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory 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 down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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