Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

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

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

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

Some try to rap with perpetrate 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 is all illusion
On videos out of town, peoples buy
Rolling high with cash pulled over my eye
Since I've out, y'all can't see

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

Watching TV so bored, while imbeciles hold the mic
Graffiti playgrounds are played out, yo that sound?
Army fatigues are weak, is for the minor
No rapping cyphers or brothers in the rented

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

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

While you act rich no cash 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 rappers you don't

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

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

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

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

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

Playing my numbers, for the five to come
Spaghetti out the window, people dumb
Fire hazards the neighbors, your family's nosy
I come and go as I please on blockhead

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one

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

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