Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crews on stage, acting hard with a thousand
I saw the turn plastic, crackers looping beats
with no deals, walk men rappin' 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
samples, your SP-12 fake examples
My grows with green from my own label

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

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

Is the world of plastic?
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 world made of
that's the way is seems, yeah

As I do see sorta wack beer commercials
Some are bought 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 shows, girls wear corn rows
People with hooded sweaters on keep me on my toes
I walk with straw hats, fake glasses in the
Bring my ghost image so on the line of scrimmage

my numbers, waiting for the five to come
Spaghetti out the window, acting dumb
hazards wake the neighbors, your family's nosy
I and go as I please 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
Stay off my penis, duplicated me for years

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one

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

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