Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be 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 from
Sentence begins indented, with
My duration's infinite, 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 for his sheep coat
lesson 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 times, and knife fights invite crimes
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 no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' for craps to Ceelo
side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' niggas on a trip through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like 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
for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat
are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my 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 direct
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings,
Some scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on lane

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

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