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

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey holders and old niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
I dropped out of High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
Sentence begins indented, 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
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my smoke
It's real, up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, night times, and knife fights invite crimes
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just 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 straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like that

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

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
Three for Alize deceased or behind bars
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
amongst 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 I'm vexed so
My pen taps the then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus fail
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man
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 down 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 a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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