Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

No idea's original, nothing 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

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

If could look inside my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried, first look the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the brain cell
Where weed's responsible for memory
Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll you nauseous
See I seen every day I live with this torture
Lightin' spliffs up to stay high 24 hours
Sleep my heat, wash with my gun in the shower
My is power, it thrills women, kills demons
Long as I'm still breathin' I'm winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood converted from trey bags to a girl
Everybody had money, summer 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 today's mathematics, we children
And this was on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, Five Percenters said it's pork in
We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time
On a different coast, but we the same sunlight
You're part of the world, might be like and gangs
While on my side, brothers'll murder for different
But it all revolve around drugs, and shorties
Stuck for your bling, for your chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to Texas
Them treacherous rastas in the mafias
Be scrapping tats on they back, violent wars
Nothing than a lethal injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, style
While in our world, the ghetto incredibly foul
Watching for paint chips, don't no lead in yo' child
But gangstas put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The be like a hundred 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 it's a fact, 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, why'd I it would change
Can't when you famous or even try to do the same things
Like, always watching
My life before I, walk out the door I up every option
Eyes cut every direction, it's God or guns
is better protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one
I mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains
Headline reading "Rapper Slain a Man Shootin'"