Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

No idea's original, there's new under the sun
never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness Material, women, and large paper
That means you inferior, not

No idea's original, there's new under the sun
It's never you do, but how it's done
What you base happiness around? Material, women, and large paper
means you inferior, not major

If niggas look inside my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who
Go to the center, with caution, past the brain cell graveyard
Where responsible for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the make you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live with torture
Lightin' spliffs up to stay high like 24
Sleep with my heat, with my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it women, kills demons
Long as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll 'em
The hood converted from bags to 20's a girl
had money, every summer was real ill
Four-finger rings, dope dealers,
"No Steppin'" with flat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin'
Ask for today's mathematics, we children
And this was goin' on in every New York
Kids listened, Percenters said it's pork in Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life, a time difference
On a different coast, but we share the same
You're part of the world, might be like and gangs
on my side, brothers'll murder for different things
But it all revolve around drugs, and shorties
Stuck for your bling, stripped for chain, the same story
From, to Texas metropolis
Them treacherous in the Mexican mafias
Be with tats on they back, violent wars
Nothing less a lethal injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, and flags, American style
While in our world, the ghetto incredibly foul
Watching for paint chips, don't no lead in yo' child
But them put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be a hundred K
since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; that's been a minute
Genesis is deep, my features are of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact, these rappers be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist, never leave the streets, it's all in my mind
Even with I'm duckin nines in my dreams
Si-rens, awake, why'd I think it would change
Can't when you famous or even try to do the same things
Like, somebody's always
My life before I, 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 reading "Rapper Slain a Man Shootin'"