Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're narrow minded and 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 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 made of plastic?
'Cause the way is seems, yeah

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

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

Playing my numbers, waiting for the to come
Spaghetti out the window, people dumb
hazards wake the neighbors, your family's nosy
I and go as I please on blockhead 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, duplicated me for years

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one

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

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