Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

Yeah, Kool Keith keep it real
He should rap about space and
Yo, I'm of looking 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 itself was stress depression
High boots and urban beats, that wasn't my
filtering join in with R&B
A million rappers, some trying to sound like me

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

Some try to rap with that perpetrate crap
Karl Kani jeans, fat stomachs in the
Mixtapes by DJ's adds doo doo play
I'm on the turnpike, the city down the highway

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're narrow minded and styles of mind you find it
My sound proceeds with moog and bass
No comic gimmicks with rapping in my face
I come back real, solid razor steel
Taping program, show the world I'm the man
You copy Large, the industry is large

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

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

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

No promotional shows, girls corn rows
People with hooded sweaters on crack me on my toes
I walk with straw hats, fake glasses in the
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 wake the neighbors, your nosy
I and go as I please on blockhead MC's

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
Stay off my penis, duplicated me for years

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one

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