Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

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

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

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

try to rap with that perpetrate mobster crap
Karl Kani jeans, fat stomachs in the
Mixtapes by wack adds doo doo play
I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the

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

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

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

Crews on stage, hard with a thousand friends
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

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

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

You're narrow minded and styles of mind you won't it
My sound proceeds with moog and undertone
No comic gimmicks with beats rapping in my
I back real, solid rock razor steel
your program, show the world 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?
'Cause that's the way is seems,

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

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

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

You bought new sneakers, no car, on the corner
I'm not the you are, the city's 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 made of plastic?
Is the city in dreams? Ow
Is the world of plastic?
that's the way is seems, yeah

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