Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke cutie pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
Sentence begins indented, formality
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac strap
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 vice to just ya
Start off the mats for craps to Ceelo
side 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 like that y'all, it's like y'all

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

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window faces shootouts, 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
telephone blowin', black stitches 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 then my brain's
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus fail
hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross nails
I reinforce the frail, with that's 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 they sling smack to
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the stand still
Never talkin' to snakes the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as is blue in my veins
I my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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