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 base your around? Material, women, and large paper
That means you inferior, not

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

If could look inside my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried, first past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the brain cell
Where weed's for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the make you nauseous
See what I seen day I live with this torture
Lightin' spliffs up to stay like 24 hours
Sleep with my heat, with my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it thrills women, demons
Long as I'm still breathin' I'm winnin', I'll teach 'em
The converted from trey bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, every summer was ill
Four-finger rings, dope dealers,
"No Half Steppin'" with tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the buildin'
Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's
And this was goin' on in every New ghetto
Kids listened, Five Percenters said 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, might be colors and gangs
While on my side, brothers'll for different things
But it all around drugs, fame and shorties
Stuck for bling, stripped for your chain, the same story
From, to Texas metropolis
Them treacherous rastas in the Mexican
Be scrapping with tats on they back, wars
Nothing less than a lethal injection if caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, style
While in our world, the ghetto 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 chain be 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 a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist, I'll leave the streets, it's all in my mind
Even with sleep I'm duckin nines in my
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 I size up every option
cut every direction, it's like God or guns
Which is better protection? Can't decide, a hard one
I they wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline reading "Rapper Slain a Man Shootin'"