Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

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

No idea's original, nothing new under 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
bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter caution, past the brain cell graveyard
Where responsible for memory loss
witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live with this
Lightin' spliffs up to high like 24 hours
with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills
Long as I'm still I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood from trey bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, every was real ill
Four-finger rings, dope dealers,
"No Half Steppin'" with flat tops Rakim reigned
on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin'
Ask for mathematics, we Allah's children
And this was on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, Five Percenters said pork in Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a difference
On a coast, but we share the same sunlight
You're of the world, might be like colors and gangs
While on my side, murder for different things
But it all revolve drugs, fame and shorties
Stuck for your bling, for your chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to Texas
Them treacherous in the Mexican mafias
Be scrapping with tats on they back, violent
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 want no lead in yo'
But them gangstas put in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The be like a hundred K
Shining since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; that's been a
is deep, my features are that of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact, rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus exist, I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mind
Even with sleep I'm duckin in my dreams
Si-rens, awake, why'd I think it would change
Can't hide when you famous or try to do the same things
Like, always watching
My life before I, walk out the door I up every option
cut every direction, it's like God or guns
Which is better Can't decide, that's a hard one
I mean wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin'"