Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

Yeah, Kool Keith should it real
He should rap about space and
Yo, I'm tired of looking at everybody, boots, skully hats in
90 degree weather, looking to get into clubs for
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 join in with R&B
A million rappers, some clones trying to like me

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

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

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

Is the made of plastic?
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

Watching TV so bored, 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 with a friends
I saw the place plastic, crackers looping beats
with no deals, walk men rappin' on the streets
I turned my back, 90 percent of the city wack

scams switched DJ's like a rubber band
Everybody clear with beats to be Premier
Clearing samples, your fake examples
My money grows 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 my bags, and listened to E-40
Mac Mall, C-Bo, and other you don't know

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

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

Is the made of plastic?
Is the buried in dreams? Ow
Is the world 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 heat up, yo light up Square
I make noise like open high hats on cheap snare

No promotional shows, wear corn rows
with hooded sweaters on crack keep me on my toes
I walk with straw hats, fake in the projects
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 wake the neighbors, your family's nosy
I and go as I please on blockhead MC's

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

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