Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the
My man put the battery in my back, a from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with
My duration's infinite, money wise or
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, 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
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife invite crimes
Chill on the block Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, market rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess means peace
For niggaz no sheisty to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' for craps to Ceelo
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight memory lane
It's that y'all, it's like that y'all

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

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

"Now let me take a trip down 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 or behind bars
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
Live no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And back down po-po when I'm 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 some
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings,
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs still
Never talkin' to snakes the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my
I pour my brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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