Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

Yeah, Kool Keith should it real
He should rap about and Mars
Yo, I'm tired of looking at everybody, same boots, skully in
90 weather, looking to get into clubs for free
I'm not smoking blunts, or looking for 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 trying to sound like me

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

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

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

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

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

Crews on stage, acting 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 sounded wack

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

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

You're narrow minded and styles of mind you find it
My sound proceeds with moog and undertone
No comic gimmicks with rapping in my face
I come back real, rock razor steel
Taping your program, the world I'm the man
You copy Poppa Large, the is large

Is the world made of
Is the city 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

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

No promotional shows, girls wear corn
People with sweaters on crack keep me on my toes
I with straw hats, fake glasses in the projects
my ghost image so tense 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 and go as I please on blockhead MC's

You new sneakers, no car, scrambling on the corner
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 world of plastic?
Is the buried in dreams? Ow
Is the world of plastic?
that's the way is seems, yeah

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