Luyện nghe bài hát No Idea's

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Uhh, uhh, uhh

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

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

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

Lightin' up to high like 24 hours
Sleep with my, wash 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
had money, every summer was real ill
Four-finger rings,

No half with flat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods
Ask for mathematics, we Allah's children
And this was on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, five percenters it's 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 like colors and

While on my side, brothers'll for different
But it all around, fame and shorties
Stuck for bling, stripped for your chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to Texas
Them, treacherous rocksters in the Mexican
Be with 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 stays incredibly
for paint chips, don't want no led in yo' child
But them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the be out
The chain be a hundred K
Shinin' since Roxanne 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 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
always watchin', my life
Before I, out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut direction, it's like God or guns
is better protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one
I mean wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline 'Rapper Slain From a Man'