Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke thai
I dropped out of 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, 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 for his sheep coat
Childhood make me see him drop in my weed smoke
real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' for craps to Ceelo
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, like that y'all

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

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
Live no roses, only the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, some fail
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a cross with nails
I the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, on beats
I decipher prophecies 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 Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
talkin' to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as is blue in my veins
I pour my brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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