Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

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

I left New York, the city was stress depression
High 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, biting my core
All I saw was Kool on my thaw
Record companies had G'd off all my
Watching vinyl spin, local groups' wack

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

Like a mirage, the style there is all
On videos out of town, buy confusion
Rolling high with pulled over down my eye
Since I've been out, y'all see

Is the world of plastic?
Is the city buried in dreams?
Is the world made of
'Cause 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 playgrounds are played out, yo how'd sound?
Army fatigues are weak, is for the minor
No rapping cyphers or brothers in the rented

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

scams switched DJ's like a rubber band
Everybody clear with trying to be Premier
Clearing samples, your fake examples
My money grows green from my own label

While you act rich with no cash on the label
tri state ways are shut down by barricades
In fact I packed my bags, and listened to
Mac Mall, C-Bo, and other rappers you know

narrow minded and styles of mind you won't find it
My proceeds with moog and undertone bass
No comic gimmicks with rapping in my face
I come back real, solid razor steel
Taping program, show the world I'm the man
You copy Poppa Large, the is large

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

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

As I do see sorta 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 on your cheap snare

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

my numbers, waiting for the five to come
Spaghetti out the window, people dumb
Fire hazards the neighbors, your family's nosy
I come and go as I please on blockhead

You bought new sneakers, no car, on the corner
I'm not the star you are, the city's far
By mechanism, on my tip
Stay off my penis, you've duplicated me for

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one

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

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