Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

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

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

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

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

Like a mirage, the style there is all
On videos out of town, peoples buy
high with cash pulled over down my eye
Since been out, y'all can't see

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

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

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

Payola scams switched like a rubber band
clear with beats trying to be Premier
Clearing samples, your SP-12 examples
My money grows with green my own label

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

You're narrow minded and of mind you won't find it
My sound proceeds with moog and undertone
No gimmicks with beats rapping in my face
I come real, solid rock razor steel
Taping program, show the world I'm the man
You copy Large, the industry is large

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

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

As I do see sorta rugged wack commercials
Some rappers are bought and puppeteered like the Turtles
Manhattan I heat up, yo light up Times Square
I make noise like 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, glasses in the projects
Bring my ghost image so on the line of scrimmage

my numbers, waiting for the five to come
Spaghetti out the window, acting dumb
Fire hazards wake the neighbors, family's nosy
I and go as I please on blockhead MC's

You new sneakers, no car, scrambling on the corner
I'm not the star you are, the city's far
By mechanism, on my tip
Stay off my penis, duplicated me for years

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one

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

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