Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be a
that smoke woolie thai
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 indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
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 shot for his sheep
Childhood make 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 fights crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac strap
With my peeps that's drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight memory lane
It's like y'all, it's like that 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 a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, overdoses
Live no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm so
My pen taps the paper then my blank
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 from a hangin' cross with 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 crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand
talkin' to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

"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 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 where me