Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

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

If niggas look inside my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried, first look the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, the brain cell graveyard
Where responsible for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live with this
Lightin' spliffs up to stay high 24 hours
Sleep with my heat, 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 trey bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, summer was real ill
rings, dope dealers, 'caine/Kane
"No Half Steppin'" with flat tops when Rakim
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods
Ask for today's mathematics, we children
And this was goin' on in every New ghetto
Kids listened, Five said it's pork in Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life, a time difference
On a different coast, but we share the same
You're part of the world, might be like colors and
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 metropolis
Them rastas 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
in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul
Watching for paint chips, don't no lead in yo' child
But them gangstas put in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be like a K
Shining since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; that's a minute
is deep, my features are that of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact, rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist, never leave the streets, it's all in my mind
with sleep I'm duckin nines in my dreams
Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it change
Can't when you famous or even try to do the same things
Like, somebody's 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? decide, that's a hard one
I mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains
Headline reading "Rapper From a Man Shootin'"