Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

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

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

If could look inside my mind, you'll find
bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter caution, past the brain cell graveyard
Where weed's responsible for loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you
See what I seen every day I live with this
Lightin' spliffs up to stay like 24 hours
Sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the
My tongue is power, it women, kills demons
Long as I'm breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood from trey 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 tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin'
Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's
And was goin' on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, Five Percenters said it's in Jell-o
We coincide, we in the life, maybe a time difference
On a coast, but we share the same 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 chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to metropolis
Them treacherous rastas in the Mexican
Be scrapping with on they back, violent wars
Nothing less than a lethal if ever caught
Courtrooms, and flags, American style
While in our world, the ghetto stays foul
for paint chips, don't want no lead in yo' child
But them put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The be like a hundred K
Shining since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; been 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 never leave the streets, it's all in my
Even with sleep I'm duckin nines in my
Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it would
hide when you famous or even try to do the same things
Like, always watching
My life I, walk out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut every direction, like God or guns
Which is protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one
I mean they wanna see me in prison, the bamboozled
reading "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin'"