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 woolie thai
I dropped out of High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
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 of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, off the block
I reminisce on jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed
It's real, up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous 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 in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to snipe ya
off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through lane
It's like y'all, it's like that 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 deceased or behind 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 is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, faces
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And back down po-po 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, bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' 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 sling smack to
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
talkin' to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory

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

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