Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

Yeah, Kool Keith keep it real
He should rap about and Mars
Yo, I'm tired of looking at everybody, same boots, skully 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 was stress depression
High boots and urban beats, that my direction
Producers filtering join in R&B
A million rappers, some clones trying to like me

Biting my styles, biting my horror core
All I saw was Keiths 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 mobster
Karl jeans, fat stomachs in the limousines
Mixtapes by DJ's adds doo doo play
I'm on the turnpike, the drifting down the highway

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

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

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

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

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

While you act rich with no cash on the 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 minded and styles of mind you won't find it
My sound proceeds with moog and undertone
No comic gimmicks with beats in my face
I come back real, solid razor steel
Taping program, show the world I'm the man
You Poppa Large, the industry is large

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

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

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

No promotional shows, girls wear corn
People with 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, waiting for the five to
Spaghetti out the window, acting dumb
Fire wake the neighbors, your family's nosy
I come and go as I on blockhead MC's

You new sneakers, no car, scrambling on the corner
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 buried in dreams? Ow
Is the world of plastic?
'Cause that's the way is seems,

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