Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head pie
Jungle survivor, fuck the liver
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with
My duration's infinite, money 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 shot for his sheep
Childhood lesson make me see him in my weed smoke
real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite crimes
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, market rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I that means peace
For no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' for craps to Ceelo
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through lane
It's like y'all, it's like that y'all

"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"

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
My intellect prevails from a hangin' with nails
I reinforce the frail, with that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made rings, black
Some scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased on memory lane

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

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