Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' 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 in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, formality
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, a part 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 make me see him in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or lines
The hype vice, murderous times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac gold
With my peeps that's into drug money, market rap
No of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just ya
off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like y'all

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

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or bars
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces 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 blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
My intellect from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
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 herbs still
Never to snakes cause the words of man kill
in the game, as long 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 trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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