Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

No original, there's 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 you inferior, not major

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

If niggas could inside my mind, you'll find
Where are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the brain cell
weed's responsible for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the make you nauseous
See what I every day I live with this torture
Lightin' spliffs up to stay high like 24
Sleep my heat, wash with my gun in the shower
My is power, it thrills women, kills demons
Long as I'm still I'm still 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, dope dealers,
"No Steppin'" with flat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods
Ask for mathematics, we Allah's children
And this was on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, Five Percenters it's pork in Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time
On a different coast, but we share the sunlight
You're part of the world, be like colors and gangs
While on my side, murder for different things
But it all revolve around drugs, fame and
Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same
From, Czechoslovakia to metropolis
treacherous rastas in the Mexican mafias
Be scrapping with tats on they back, wars
Nothing less than a injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, style
in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul
Watching for paint chips, don't want no in yo' child
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 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 leave the streets, it's all in my mind
with sleep I'm duckin nines in my dreams
Si-rens, wide awake, I think it would change
Can't hide when you or even try to do the same things
Like, somebody's watching
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? decide, that's a hard one
I mean wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin'"