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
Unofficial that smoke thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, formality
My duration's infinite, money wise or
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was 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, night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac gold
With my peeps that's drug money, market into rap
No of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like that

"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 a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

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