Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
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 the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money wise or
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 shot for his coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's that y'all

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

"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"

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My intellect from a hangin' cross with nails
I the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a 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 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', watch the herbs stand
Never to snakes cause the words of man kill
in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory

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

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