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

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that woolie thai
I dropped out of High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
Sentence begins indented, formality
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, off the block
I on park jams, my man was shot 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
Chill on the block Cognac gold strap
With my that's into drug money, market into rap
No of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to
side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory
It's like that y'all, it's like that

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

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
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
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po I'm vexed so
My pen the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
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 around the older crews while they sling to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that 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
Never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man
in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory

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

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