Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's Original

No idea's original, there's new under the sun
It's never you do, but how it's done
What you your happiness around? Material, women, and large paper
That you inferior, not major

No idea's original, there's new under the sun
never what you do, but how it's done
What you your happiness around? Material, women, and large paper
That you inferior, not major

If niggas could inside my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried, first look the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the cell graveyard
Where weed's responsible for loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you
See what I seen every day I live with torture
spliffs up to stay high like 24 hours
Sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the
My tongue is power, it women, kills demons
Long as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll 'em
The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a
Everybody had money, summer was real ill
Four-finger rings, dealers, 'caine/Kane
"No Half Steppin'" with tops when Rakim reigned
on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin'
Ask for mathematics, we Allah's children
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, a time difference
On a different coast, but we the same sunlight
You're part of the world, be like 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 chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to Texas
Them rastas in the Mexican mafias
Be scrapping with tats on back, violent wars
Nothing less than a injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, style
in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul
Watching for paint chips, want no lead in yo' child
But them put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be like a K
Shining since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; been a minute
Genesis is deep, my features are of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact, these rappers be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist, I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my
Even with sleep I'm duckin nines in my
Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it would
Can't hide when you or even try to do the same things
Like, always watching
My before I, walk out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut every direction, it's God or guns
Which is better protection? decide, that's a hard one
I they wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline reading "Rapper From a Man Shootin'"