Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be a
Unofficial that woolie thai
I out of Kooley 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 begins indented, with
My duration's infinite, money wise or
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 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 fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac gold
my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that peace
For niggaz no vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' 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 straight through memory lane
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 down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggas or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And back down when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my blank
I see dark streets, brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for sales
My prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I the frail, with lyrics that's real
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older while they sling smack to dingbats
They of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs still
Never talkin' to snakes 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 take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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