Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
I dropped out of High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I drop the manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was for his sheep coat
lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac strap
With my peeps that's into money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that 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 straight through memory lane
like that y'all, it's like that y'all

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

"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"

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug
Live no roses, only the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
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 po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper my brain's blank
I see dark streets, brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, some fail
hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to
They spoke of Fat Cat, that name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on lane

"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 a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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