Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

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

No idea's original, nothing new under the sun
It's what you do, but how it's done
What you your happiness around? Material, women, and large paper
That means you inferior, not

If niggas could look inside my mind, find
Where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the cell graveyard
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 24 hours
Sleep with my heat, wash my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills
Long as I'm breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood converted from trey bags to a girl
Everybody had money, every 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 mathematics, we Allah's children
And was goin' on in every New York ghetto
listened, Five Percenters said it's pork in Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time
On a coast, but we share the same sunlight
You're part of the world, might be colors and gangs
While on my side, brothers'll for different things
But it all around drugs, fame and shorties
for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to Texas
Them treacherous rastas in the mafias
Be scrapping tats on they back, violent wars
less than a lethal injection 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 in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The be like a hundred K
Shining since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; that's been a
is deep, my features are that of a God
It's not a facade a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist, never leave the streets, it's all in my mind
Even with sleep I'm nines in my dreams
Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it change
Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the things
Like, somebody's 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 see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
reading "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin'"