Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's

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

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

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

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

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

While on my side, for different things
But it all revolve around, fame and
Stuck for your bling, for your chain, the same story
From, to Texas metropolis
Them, treacherous rocksters in the Mexican
Be scrappin' with on they back, violent wars
Nothin' less than a lethal if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, style

While in our world, the ghetto stays foul
Watchin' for paint chips, don't no led in yo' child
But them gangstas put in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The be like a hundred K
Shinin' since Shante' made 'Runaway' that's been a minute
is deep, my features are that of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact, these wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't

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