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 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, with
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed
real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, night times, and knife fights invite crimes
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess means peace
For no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
off the dice-rollin' mats 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, it's like y'all

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper my brain's blank
I see streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I reinforce the frail, lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's made bell rings, black
fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand
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 down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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