Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane (sittin' In Da Park)

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be a
Unofficial smoke 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 indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the
I reminisce on park jams, my man was for his sheep coat
Childhood make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights crimes
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my that's 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
off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, like that y'all

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"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 Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper my brain's blank
I see streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is 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 memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me a trip 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 where me from