Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
I out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, formality
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his coat
Childhood lesson make me see him in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite
Chill on the block with Cognac gold
With my peeps that's into drug money, into rap
No sign of the beast in the Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a 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 take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or bars
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, faces
telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And down 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
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' with nails
I reinforce the frail, with that's real
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes 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 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 trip memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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