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

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
begins indented, with formality
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, off the block
I on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white
The vice, murderous night times, and knife fights 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 vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' for craps to Ceelo
side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight memory lane
It's like y'all, it's like 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 window shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And back down when I'm vexed so
My pen the paper then 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 cross with nails
I the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, on beats
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while sling smack to dingbats
They of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man
True in the game, as long as blood is in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased on memory lane

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

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