Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

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

No original, there's nothing 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 look inside my mind, you'll
bodies are buried, first look past the hotties 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 every day I live with this torture
Lightin' spliffs up to stay high 24 hours
Sleep with my heat, with my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it women, kills demons
Long as I'm breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood converted from trey bags to a girl
had money, every summer was real ill
Four-finger rings, dope dealers,
"No Half Steppin'" with tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin'
Ask for mathematics, we Allah's children
And this was goin' on in every New York
Kids listened, Five Percenters said it's pork in
We coincide, we in the same life, a time difference
On a different coast, but we share the same
part of the world, might be like colors and gangs
While on my side, murder for different things
But it all revolve around drugs, and shorties
Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same
From, Czechoslovakia to metropolis
Them treacherous rastas in the Mexican
Be scrapping with tats on they back, violent
Nothing less than a lethal if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, style
in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul
Watching for paint chips, don't no lead in yo' child
But them put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be a hundred K
Shining since Shante' made "Runaway"; that's been a minute
Genesis is deep, my are that of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact, these 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
Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the things
Like, always watching
My life before I, walk out the door I up every option
Eyes cut every direction, it's 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 From a Man Shootin'"