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, I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke cutie pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
Sentence indented, with formality
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson me see him drop in my weed smoke
real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac gold
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 vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
With side bets, I a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory
It's like that y'all, it's that y'all

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

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
Three for Alize niggas deceased or bars
I rap Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat
Peoples are petrol, dramatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's
I see dark streets, brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
My prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name bell rings, black
Some scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory

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

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