Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's

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No idea's original, nothin' new under the sun
It's what you do, but how it's done
What you your happiness around material, women
And large that means you inferior, not major

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

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

up to stay high like 24 hours
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 converted from trey bags to a girl
Everybody had money, every was real ill
rings, dealers

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

While on my side, brothers'll for things
But it all around, fame and shorties
Stuck for your bling, for your chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to metropolis
Them, treacherous rocksters in the mafias
Be scrappin' with tats on they back, wars
Nothin' less than a lethal injection if ever
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, American

While in our world, the ghetto stays foul
Watchin' for chips, don't want no led in yo' child
But gangstas put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be like a K
Shinin' since Roxanne Shante' made that's been a minute
Genesis is deep, my are that of a God
not a facade 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 sleep I'm duckin' in my
Sirens, wide awake, why'd I it would change
Can't when you famous or even try to do the same things like
Somebody's watchin', my life
Before I, walk out the door I up every option
Eyes cut every direction, it's God or guns
Which is protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one
I mean they wanna see me in prison, the bamboozled
Headline readin' 'Rapper From a Man'