Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

No idea's original, there's new under the sun
It's what you do, but how it's done
What you base happiness around? Material, women, and large paper
That you inferior, not major

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

If could look inside my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried, look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, with caution, past the brain cell 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' spliffs up to stay high like 24
Sleep with my heat, wash my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills
Long as I'm still breathin' I'm winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood converted trey bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, summer was real ill
Four-finger rings, dope dealers,
"No Half Steppin'" with flat tops Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods
Ask for mathematics, we Allah's children
And this was goin' on in New York ghetto
Kids listened, Five Percenters said pork in Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time
On a different coast, but we share the sunlight
You're part of the world, might be like colors and
While on my side, brothers'll murder for different
But it all revolve drugs, fame and shorties
Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same
From, Czechoslovakia to metropolis
Them treacherous rastas in the mafias
Be scrapping with tats on they back, violent
less than a lethal injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, American
in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul
Watching for paint chips, don't want no in yo' child
But gangstas put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be like a K
Shining since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; that's a minute
Genesis is deep, my features are of a God
It's not a facade a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist, I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my
Even with sleep I'm duckin nines in my
Si-rens, wide awake, I think it would change
Can't hide you famous or even try to do the same things
Like, always watching
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, that's a one
I mean wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline reading "Rapper From a Man Shootin'"