Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

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

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

If niggas could look my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried, first look past the who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the cell graveyard
Where weed's for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the make you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live with torture
Lightin' spliffs up to stay high like 24
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 bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, every was real ill
Four-finger rings, dope dealers,
"No Half Steppin'" flat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods
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, a time difference
On a coast, but we share the same sunlight
You're of the world, might be like colors and gangs
on my side, brothers'll murder for different things
But it all revolve around drugs, and shorties
for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to Texas
Them treacherous in the Mexican mafias
Be scrapping with tats on back, violent wars
Nothing less a lethal injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, and flags, American style
While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly
Watching for paint chips, don't no lead in yo' child
But them gangstas put in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be like a K
Shining since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; that's been a
is deep, my features are that of a God
It's not a it's a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist, I'll never leave the streets, all in my mind
with sleep I'm duckin nines in my dreams
Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I it would change
hide when you famous or even try to do the same things
Like, somebody's watching
My life before I, walk out the I size up every option
Eyes cut direction, it's like God or guns
Which is protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one
I mean wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline reading "Rapper Slain a Man Shootin'"