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

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
Sentence begins indented, formality
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the
I reminisce on park jams, my man was for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac strap
my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that peace
For niggaz no vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through lane
It's like that y'all, it's like y'all

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize deceased or behind bars
I rap Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, overdoses
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm 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 niggas, uncorrect 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 prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that name made bell 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 herbs 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 brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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