Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic World

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

I left New York, the city itself was depression
High boots and urban beats, that my direction
filtering join in with R&B
A million rappers, some clones to sound like me

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

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

Like a mirage, the there is all illusion
On out of town, peoples buy confusion
Rolling with cash pulled over down my eye
Since I've been out, y'all see

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

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

Crews on stage, acting hard with a thousand
I saw the turn plastic, crackers looping beats
with no deals, walk men rappin' on the streets
I my back, 90 percent of the city sounded wack

Payola scams switched DJ's like a rubber
Everybody clear with beats trying to be
samples, your SP-12 fake examples
My money with green from my own label

While you act rich with no on the bigger label
Your tri state 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 of mind you won't find it
My sound proceeds moog and undertone bass
No comic gimmicks with beats in my face
I come real, solid rock razor steel
Taping your program, show the I'm the man
You copy Poppa Large, the industry is

Is the world of plastic?
Is the buried in dreams? Ow
Is the made of plastic?
'Cause 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

As I do see sorta wack beer commercials
Some rappers are bought and puppeteered like the Ninja
Manhattan I heat up, yo light up Times Square
I make noise like open high hats on your cheap

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

my numbers, waiting for the five to come
Spaghetti out the window, people dumb
Fire wake the neighbors, your family's nosy
I come and go as I please on 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
off my penis, you've duplicated me for years

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one

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

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