Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

While you act with no cash on the bigger label
Your tri state ways are down by barricades
In fact I packed my bags, and to E-40
Mac Mall, C-Bo, and other rappers you 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 real, solid rock razor steel
Taping your program, the world I'm the man
You copy Poppa Large, the is large

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

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

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

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

Playing my numbers, waiting for the to come
Spaghetti out the window, people acting
Fire hazards wake the neighbors, your family's
I come and go as I on blockhead MC's

You bought new sneakers, no car, scrambling on the
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 made of
Is the city in dreams? Ow
Is the made of plastic?
'Cause that's the way is seems,

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