Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

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

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

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

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

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

Is the world made of
Is the city in dreams? Yeah
Is the world made of
that's 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 are played out, yo how'd that sound?
Army fatigues are weak, is for the minor
No rapping cyphers or brothers in the Benz

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

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

While you act rich with no cash on the bigger
Your tri state ways are shut down by
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 mind you find it
My sound proceeds with moog and bass
No comic gimmicks with beats in my face
I come back real, solid rock steel
Taping your program, the world I'm the man
You Poppa Large, the industry is large

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

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

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

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

my numbers, waiting for the five to come
Spaghetti out the window, people dumb
Fire hazards wake the neighbors, family's nosy
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
Stay off my penis, duplicated me for years

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one

Is the made of plastic?
Is the city 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