Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
Sentence begins indented, formality
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep
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 times, and knife fights invite crimes
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that peace
For no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's 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 or behind bars
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, 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 stitches or fat
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And back down po-po when I'm so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older while they sling smack to dingbats
spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to 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 down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me a trip down memory 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