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 woolie 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, formality
My duration's infinite, money 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
Childhood lesson make me see him 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 that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no vice to just snipe ya
off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through lane
like that y'all, it's like that 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 take a trip memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window faces shootouts, overdoses
Live no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic I let blow
And back down po-po 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
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand
Never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man
in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

"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 trip down 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