Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

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

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

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

try to rap with that perpetrate mobster crap
Karl jeans, fat stomachs 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 there is all illusion
On videos out of town, peoples buy
Rolling with cash pulled over down my eye
Since I've out, y'all can't see

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

Watching TV so bored, while hold the mic cord
Graffiti playgrounds are played out, yo how'd sound?
fatigues are weak, is for the minor leagues
No rapping cyphers or brothers in the Benz

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

Payola scams switched DJ's like a band
Everybody clear with trying to be Premier
Clearing samples, SP-12 fake examples
My money with green from my own label

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

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

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

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

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

No promotional shows, girls wear corn
People with hooded sweaters on crack keep me on my
I walk with straw hats, glasses in the projects
Bring my ghost image so tense on the line of

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

You bought new sneakers, no car, 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 of plastic?
Is the buried in dreams? Ow
Is the world made of
'Cause the way is seems, yeah

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