Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's

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

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

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

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

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

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

While in our world, the ghetto stays foul
Watchin' for paint chips, want no led in yo' child
But them gangstas put in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be a hundred K
Shinin' since Roxanne Shante' made 'Runaway' 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 doesn't exist

I'll never the streets, it's all in my mind
Even with sleep I'm duckin' in my
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
I, walk out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut every direction, like God or guns
is better 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'