Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be a
Unofficial that smoke thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence indented, with formality
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
lesson 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 invite crimes
Chill on the 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 that means
For no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like y'all, it's like that y'all

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

"Now let me a trip 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"

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window faces shootouts, overdoses
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine 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 dark streets, hustlin' brothers who the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some
hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a cross with nails
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 they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name bell rings, black
Some scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard 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 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 a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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