Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey holders and old niggas, then I be dissin' a
that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a head cutie pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, formality
My duration's infinite, money wise or
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite
Chill on the block Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, market 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 mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like that

"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 memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, faces
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic I let blow
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross nails
I reinforce the frail, with that's real
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
talkin' to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased on memory lane

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

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