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 smoke woolie
I dropped out of High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the
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, 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 gold
With my peeps into drug money, market into rap
No of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the 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 a trip down 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 trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, faces
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's
I see dark streets, brothers who keep the same rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
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 around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about 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 the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased on memory lane

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

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