Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

Yeah, Kool Keith keep it real
He should rap about and Mars
Yo, I'm tired of at everybody, same boots, skully hats in
90 weather, looking to get into clubs 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, wasn't my direction
Producers filtering in with R&B
A million rappers, some clones to sound like me

Biting my space styles, biting my horror
All I saw was Keiths on my thaw
Record companies had G'd off all my
Watching vinyl spin, local groups' wack

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

a mirage, the style there is all illusion
On videos out of town, peoples buy
Rolling with cash pulled over down my eye
Since I've been out, y'all see

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

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

on stage, acting hard with a thousand friends
I saw the place turn plastic, crackers 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 beats trying to be Premier
Clearing samples, your SP-12 examples
My money grows green from my own label

While you act with 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 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 back real, solid rock 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 in dreams? Ow
Is the world of plastic?
'Cause the way is seems, yeah

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

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

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

Playing my numbers, for the five to come
out the window, people acting dumb
Fire wake the neighbors, your 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, you've me for years

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one

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

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