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 smoke woolie thai
I out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
Sentence indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the
I reminisce on jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did or white 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, market rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means
For niggaz no sheisty vice to snipe ya
off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like that

"Now let me a trip 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"

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

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
Live no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, 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 the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who the same rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' with nails
I reinforce the frail, lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, on beats
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man
True in the game, as long as blood is in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory

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

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