Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

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

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

If niggas could look inside my mind, you'll
bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the brain cell
Where weed's responsible for memory
witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live this torture
Lightin' spliffs up to stay high 24 hours
Sleep with my heat, wash my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills
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'" with flat tops Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the buildin'
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 of the world, might be like colors and gangs
While on my side, brothers'll for different things
But it all revolve around drugs, fame and
Stuck for your bling, for your chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to metropolis
Them rastas in the Mexican mafias
Be scrapping with on they back, violent wars
Nothing than a lethal injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, style
While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly
Watching for paint chips, don't no lead in yo' child
But them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the be out
The be like a hundred K
Shining since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; that's a minute
Genesis is deep, my are that of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact, these 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 it would change
Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the things
Like, somebody's always
My before I, walk out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut direction, it's like God or guns
Which is better protection? Can't decide, that's a one
I mean they see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin'"