Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

No original, there's nothing new under the sun
It's never you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness Material, women, and large paper
That you inferior, not major

No original, there's nothing new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how done
What you base your happiness around? Material, women, and paper
means you inferior, not major

If niggas look inside my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried, look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter caution, past the brain cell graveyard
Where weed's responsible for memory
Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you
See what I seen every day I live with torture
Lightin' spliffs up to high like 24 hours
Sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the
My is power, it thrills women, kills demons
Long as I'm breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood converted from bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, every was real ill
rings, dope dealers, 'caine/Kane
"No Half Steppin'" flat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the buildin'
Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's
And was goin' on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, Five Percenters it's pork in Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time
On a different coast, but we share the same
You're of the world, might be like colors and gangs
While on my side, brothers'll murder for things
But it all around drugs, fame and shorties
for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story
From, to Texas metropolis
Them treacherous in the Mexican mafias
Be scrapping with tats on back, violent wars
Nothing than a lethal injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, style
While in our world, the ghetto incredibly foul
Watching for paint chips, want no lead in yo' child
But them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the be out
The chain be like a K
Shining since Roxanne Shante' "Runaway"; that's been a minute
Genesis is deep, my are that of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact, these wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist, I'll leave the streets, it's all in my mind
Even with sleep I'm duckin nines in my
Si-rens, wide awake, I think it would change
Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the same
Like, somebody's watching
My life before I, walk out the door I size up every
cut every direction, it's like God or guns
Which is better protection? decide, that's a hard one
I mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains
reading "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin'"