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

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient hip-hop, straight 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, grew up in life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac strap
my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I that means peace
For no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight memory lane
It's like y'all, it's like that y'all

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggas or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window faces shootouts, overdoses
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, 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' brothers who the same rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
My intellect from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs still
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 a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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