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

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
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 reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his coat
lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite
Chill on the with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's into money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means
For niggaz no sheisty vice to 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 shit is
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through 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 Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window faces shootouts, overdoses
Live no roses, only the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
telephone 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 hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the of man kill
True in the game, as as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased 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 down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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