Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

No original, there's nothing new under the sun
never what you do, but how it's done
What you base happiness around? Material, women, and large paper
That means you inferior, not

No original, there's nothing new under the sun
It's what you do, but how it's done
What you base happiness around? Material, women, and large paper
That means you inferior, not

If niggas could inside my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried, look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the brain graveyard
Where weed's responsible for loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live with torture
Lightin' up to stay high like 24 hours
with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it women, kills demons
Long as I'm still breathin' I'm winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood converted from trey bags to a girl
Everybody had money, every summer was ill
Four-finger rings, dope dealers,
"No Half Steppin'" with flat tops when Rakim
on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin'
Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's
And this was goin' on in every New ghetto
Kids listened, Five Percenters it's pork in Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a difference
On a different coast, but we share the same
You're part of the world, might be colors and gangs
While on my side, brothers'll murder for things
But it all around drugs, fame and shorties
Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the story
From, Czechoslovakia to Texas
Them treacherous in the Mexican mafias
Be scrapping tats on they back, violent wars
Nothing less a lethal injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, style
in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul
Watching for chips, don't want no lead in yo' child
But them put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be a hundred K
Shining since Roxanne Shante' "Runaway"; that's been a minute
Genesis is deep, my features are of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact, these wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist, I'll never the streets, it's all in my mind
with sleep I'm duckin nines in my dreams
Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it change
hide when you famous or even try to do the same things
Like, somebody's always
My life before I, out the door I size up every option
cut every direction, it's like God or guns
Which is better protection? decide, that's a hard one
I mean they wanna see me in prison, the bamboozled
reading "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin'"