Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's

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No idea's original, nothin' new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how done
you base your happiness around material, women
And large that means you inferior, not major

No idea's original, nothin' new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how done
What you base your happiness material, women
And large paper means you inferior, not major

Look inside my mind, find
Where bodies are buried, first look the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, the braincell graveyard
weed's responsible for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the make you nauseous
See I seen every day I live with this torture

Lightin' up to stay high 24 hours
with my, wash with my in the shower
My is power, it thrills women, kills demons
Long as I'm breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood converted trey bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, every summer was ill
Four-finger rings,

No half steppin' with flat tops Rakim reigned
Radios on tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin'
Ask for mathematics, we Allah's children
And was goin' on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, five percenters said it's pork and
We coincide, we in the same life, a time difference
On a different coast, but we share the same
Your part of the world, be like colors and gangs

on my side, brothers'll for different things
But it all revolve around, fame and
Stuck for your bling, for your chain, the same story
From, to Texas metropolis
Them, treacherous in the Mexican mafias
Be with tats on they back, violent wars
Nothin' less than a lethal injection if caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, style

While in our world, the ghetto stays foul
Watchin' for paint chips, don't want no led in yo'
But them gangstas put in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be a hundred K
Shinin' Roxanne Shante' made 'Runaway' that's been a minute
is deep, my features are that of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact, rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't

I'll leave the streets, it's all in my mind
Even with I'm duckin' in my dreams
Sirens, awake, why'd I think it would change
Can't hide when you famous or try to do the same things like
Somebody's watchin', my life
I, walk out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut every direction, it's God or guns
Which is better protection? Can't decide, a hard one
I mean they see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline 'Rapper Slain From a Man'