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

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the manifested hip-hop, straight 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 life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac strap
With my 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
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' on a trip straight through memory 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 pussy and foreign
Three for Alize niggas or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window faces shootouts, overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, faces
telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic I let blow
And back po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, some fail
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, lyrics that's real
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, nigga's name made bell rings, black
fiends 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 as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my crew on memory lane

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

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