Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

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

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

If niggas could inside my mind, you'll find
bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, with caution, past the brain cell graveyard
Where weed's responsible for memory
Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live with torture
Lightin' spliffs up to high like 24 hours
with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it women, kills demons
Long as I'm still breathin' I'm winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood converted from bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, summer was real ill
Four-finger rings, dealers, 'caine/Kane
"No Half Steppin'" flat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods
Ask for today's mathematics, we children
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, a time difference
On a different coast, but we the same sunlight
You're part of the world, be like colors and gangs
While on my side, murder for different things
But it all revolve around drugs, and shorties
for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to metropolis
treacherous rastas in the Mexican mafias
Be scrapping with tats on they back, wars
Nothing less than a lethal injection if caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, American
While in our world, the ghetto stays foul
Watching for paint chips, don't want no 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 features are of a God
It's not a facade a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist, never leave the streets, it's all in my mind
Even with sleep I'm duckin in my dreams
Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it change
hide when you famous or even try to do the same things
Like, always watching
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
reading "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin'"