Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be a
Unofficial that smoke thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with
My duration's infinite, money wise or
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his coat
Childhood make 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 block with Cognac strap
With my peeps that's drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I that means peace
For niggaz no vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory
It's like that y'all, it's that y'all

"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 down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
Three for Alize deceased or behind bars
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces 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 embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black 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 then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings,
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is in my veins
I pour my Heineken to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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