Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

While you act rich with no cash on the 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 don't

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one

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

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