Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
begins indented, with formality
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his coat
Childhood lesson me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white
The hype vice, murderous times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with gold strap
With my peeps that's into money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess means 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!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like y'all

"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 trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
Three for niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug
Live no roses, only the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, faces
telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And back down when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper my brain's blank
I see streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, some fail
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to
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 talkin' to snakes cause the words of man
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory

"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 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