Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

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

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

Biting my space styles, my horror core
All I saw was Kool on my thaw
Record companies had G'd off all my
Watching spin, local groups' wack MC's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Playing my numbers, waiting for the to come
Spaghetti out the window, acting dumb
hazards wake the neighbors, your 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 world of plastic?
Is the city buried in 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 world of plastic?
that's the way is seems, yeah, ow