Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

Yeah, Keith should keep it real
He should rap about space and
Yo, I'm tired of looking at everybody, boots, skully hats in
90 degree weather, looking to get clubs for free
I'm not smoking blunts, or looking for jazz records at the

I New York, the city itself was stress depression
High boots and beats, that wasn't my direction
filtering join in with R&B
A million rappers, some trying to sound like me

Biting my space styles, my horror core
All I saw was Keiths on my thaw
Record had G'd off all my royalties
vinyl spin, local groups' wack MC's

Some try to rap with perpetrate mobster crap
Karl Kani jeans, fat stomachs in the
Mixtapes by wack DJ's adds doo doo
I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting the highway

Like a mirage, the style is all illusion
On out of town, peoples buy confusion
Rolling high with cash over down my eye
Since I've been out, can't see

Is the world of plastic?
Is the buried in dreams? Yeah
Is the made of plastic?
'Cause the way is seems, ow
Is the world made of
Is the city in dreams? Yeah

TV so bored, while imbeciles hold the mic cord
Graffiti playgrounds are out, yo how'd that sound?
Army fatigues are weak, is for the leagues
No cyphers or brothers in the rented Benz

Crews on stage, acting hard a thousand friends
I saw the place turn plastic, crackers beats
People with no deals, walk men rappin' on the
I turned my back, 90 of the city sounded wack

Payola scams switched DJ's like a band
Everybody clear with trying to be Premier
Clearing samples, your fake examples
My money grows green from my own label

While you act rich with no on the bigger label
Your tri state are shut down by barricades
In fact I my bags, and listened to E-40
Mac Mall, C-Bo, and other you don't know

You're narrow minded and styles of mind you find it
My sound with moog and undertone bass
No comic gimmicks with beats in my face
I come back real, solid rock steel
Taping your program, show the I'm the man
You copy Poppa Large, the industry is

Is the world made of
Is the city buried in Ow
Is the world made of
'Cause that's the way is seems,

Is the made of plastic?
Is the buried in dreams? Ow
Is the world of plastic?
that's the way is seems, yeah

As I do see sorta rugged wack beer
Some rappers are bought and puppeteered like the Turtles
From Manhattan I heat up, yo light up Square
I noise like open high hats on your cheap snare

No promotional shows, wear corn rows
People with hooded sweaters on keep me on my toes
I walk with straw hats, fake glasses in the
Bring my image so tense on the line of scrimmage

my numbers, waiting for the five to come
Spaghetti out the window, people acting
Fire hazards wake the neighbors, your nosy
I come and go as I please on blockhead

You bought new sneakers, no car, on the corner
I'm not the star you are, the fallen far
By mechanism, on my tip
Stay off my penis, you've duplicated me for

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one

Is the made of plastic?
Is the city buried in Ow
Is the world made of
'Cause that's the way is seems,

Is the world made of
Is the city in dreams? Ow
Is the world made of
'Cause the way is seems, yeah, ow