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 that woolie thai
I dropped out of High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep
Childhood make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife invite crimes
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's into money, market into rap
No sign of the in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to snipe ya
off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory
It's that y'all, it's like that y'all

"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 down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

"Now let me take a trip memory 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 window faces shootouts, overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And down po-po 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, plus fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that name made bell rings, black
fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my
I pour my brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

"Now let me take a trip down 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"

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