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, then I be a
Unofficial that smoke thai
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 from Energizer
Sentence indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was for his sheep coat
Childhood make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and fights invite crimes
Chill on the block Cognac gold strap
my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just ya
off the dice-rollin' mats for craps 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 memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like that

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

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods 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 is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', stitches or fat shoelaces
are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down when I'm vexed so
My pen the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, on beats
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings,
Some scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand
Never talkin' to cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as as blood is blue in my veins
I my Heineken brew to my deceased crew 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 down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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