Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
I out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a from Energizer
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, off the block
I reminisce on 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 or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with gold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, into rap
No of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, like that 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 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 deceased or behind
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat
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 brain's
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
My prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with that's real
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings,
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs still
talkin' to snakes 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 crew on memory

"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"

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