Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's

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No idea's original, there's new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how done
you base your happiness around material, women
And paper that means you inferior, not major

No idea's original, nothin' new under the sun
It's never you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness around material,
And paper that means you inferior, not major

Look my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried, look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, with caution, past the braincell graveyard
weed's responsible for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the make you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live with torture

Lightin' up to stay high like 24
Sleep with my, with my in the shower
My tongue is power, it thrills women, demons
Long as I'm still breathin' I'm winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood from trey bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, every summer was ill
Four-finger rings,

No steppin' with flat tops when Rakim reigned
on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin'
Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's
And this was goin' on in New York ghetto
Kids listened, five percenters said pork and Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time
On a different coast, but we share the same
Your part of the world, might be colors and gangs

on my side, brothers'll for different things
But it all revolve around, fame and
Stuck for bling, stripped for your chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to Texas
Them, rocksters in the Mexican mafias
Be scrappin' tats on they back, violent wars
Nothin' less than a injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, and flags, American style

While in our world, the ghetto incredibly foul
Watchin' for paint chips, want no led in yo' child
But them put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be a hundred K
Shinin' since Roxanne Shante' 'Runaway' that's been a minute
Genesis is deep, my are that of a God
It's not a it's a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't

I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my
Even with I'm duckin' in my dreams
Sirens, wide awake, why'd I think it would
Can't when you famous or even try to do the same things like
Somebody's always watchin', my
Before I, out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut every direction, it's God or guns
Which is better Can't decide, that's a hard one
I they wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline readin' 'Rapper From a Man'