Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, I be dissin' a
that smoke woolie 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 from Energizer
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, off the block
I reminisce on jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac strap
my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just ya
off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip through memory lane
It's like that y'all, like that 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 memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window faces shootouts, drug
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
my basis, my razor 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 paper then my brain's
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same
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 disciple of streets, trifle on
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand
Never talkin' to snakes cause the of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my crew on memory lane

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

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