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

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
I dropped out of High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money wise or
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or lines
The hype vice, murderous times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with gold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, market rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through lane
It's like that y'all, like that y'all

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for niggas 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 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 fo'-fo' I let blow
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as 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 take a trip memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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