Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

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

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

If niggas could look inside my mind, find
Where bodies are buried, first past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter caution, past the brain cell graveyard
weed's responsible for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you
See what I seen every day I with this torture
spliffs 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
as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em
The converted from trey bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, summer was real ill
Four-finger rings, dealers, 'caine/Kane
"No Steppin'" with flat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin'
Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's
And this was on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, Percenters said it's pork in Jell-o
We coincide, we in the life, maybe a time difference
On a coast, but we share the same sunlight
part of the world, might be like colors and gangs
While on my side, brothers'll for different things
But it all revolve drugs, fame and shorties
Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the story
From, Czechoslovakia to Texas
Them treacherous in the Mexican mafias
Be scrapping with tats on they back, violent
Nothing less than a lethal if ever caught
Courtrooms, and flags, American style
While in our world, the stays incredibly foul
for paint chips, don't want no lead in yo' child
But them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the be out
The be like a hundred K
since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; that's been a minute
Genesis is deep, my features are of a God
not a facade it's a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus exist, I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mind
Even sleep I'm duckin nines in my dreams
Si-rens, wide awake, I think it would change
Can't hide 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, like God or guns
Which is better protection? Can't decide, a hard one
I mean they see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline reading "Rapper Slain a Man Shootin'"