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

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke thai
I out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to
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 memory
It's like that y'all, it's like y'all

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And back po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my
I my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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