Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

Yeah, Kool 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 into for free
I'm not smoking blunts, or looking for records at the Roosevelt

I left New York, the city was stress depression
High boots and urban beats, that my direction
filtering join in with R&B
A million rappers, some clones trying to sound me

my space 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

Some try to rap that 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 down the

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

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

Watching TV so bored, 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

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

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

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

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

Is the world of plastic?
Is the buried in dreams? Ow
Is the world made of
'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
rappers are bought and puppeteered like the Ninja Turtles
From I heat up, yo light up Times Square
I make noise like open high on your cheap snare

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

Playing my numbers, waiting for the five to
out the window, people acting 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 you are, the city's fallen far
By mechanism, on my tip
Stay off my penis, you've 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?
'Cause that's the way is seems,

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