Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

No idea's original, there's nothing new the sun
It's what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness Material, women, and large paper
That you inferior, not major

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

If niggas could look my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the cell graveyard
Where weed's responsible for loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll you nauseous
See I seen every day I live with this torture
Lightin' up to stay high like 24 hours
Sleep with my heat, with my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it women, kills demons
Long as I'm breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood converted from trey bags to a girl
Everybody had money, every summer was ill
Four-finger rings, dealers, 'caine/Kane
"No Half Steppin'" with flat tops when reigned
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the buildin'
Ask for today's mathematics, we children
And this was on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, Percenters said it's pork in Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time
On a coast, but we share the same 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
for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to Texas
Them treacherous in the Mexican mafias
Be with tats on they back, violent wars
Nothing than a lethal injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, and flags, American 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 made "Runaway"; that's been a minute
is deep, my features are that of a God
It's not a it's 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 in my dreams
Si-rens, awake, why'd I think it would change
Can't hide when you or even try to do the same things
Like, somebody's watching
My life before I, walk out the door I up every option
Eyes cut direction, it's like God or guns
is better protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one
I mean they see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin'"