Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yo, you it
Infamous nine
two thousand
Ain't but thugs over here, baby

Yo, straight thugs on this side, do or die to the death
the terminal ill takin they last breath
Read your rites, God, forgive me
For the sin I'm about to commit, a life

Kill or be killed, rather that than else
my will, you feel what I feel, you know the deal
Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the
Hearin' noises, tired, eyes bloodshot red

Sleep with half eyelids
Some say it's strange, sometimes how strange life get
Go easy on the bottle, niggaz to see when
Niggaz slippin' off point, on the they bet
Scopin' your ice, appraisin' it like the Diamond District
With hand on the biscuit

Do ya, wanna get lifted, or sober, so you can react quick?
you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin' my wife
On my dollar mattress
It's the that I live in, Q.B. made me
A moms that loved me and a pops raised me

Y'all to give it up, we don't give a fuck
What y'all want, thug, life is mine
Y'all need to give it up, we don't give a fuck
y'all niggaz want, thug life is mine

I got the of a still born child, I'm ill
If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure done well
Very, very, the sreets raised me crazy, now I'm to it
So when they start shootin', stop the music
Keep it that's how we do it, c'mon, c'mon Dunn
through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin'
Still

street rules to the office, high performance
Rap author, made millions off of melodic, hypnotic
That'll fuck with your and touch your emotions
You feel me? You feel me? You feel me? I'll a graphic page

Escort niggaz to they grave, to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets deeper rap music
Don't get no realer than this, it's more real than any I can muster
Pull the black Cadillac up, what?
Hop out them shits like Y'all niggaz can't touch us

Y'all need to give it up, we don't give a
What y'all niggaz want, thug, is mine
need to give it up, 'cuz we don't give a fuck
What y'all want, thug life is mine

Silk on my chest show what a flirt
Halle Berry blew a at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster thing
And I'll like my doo doo don't stink

Instinct like Cuba steppin' out the latest toy
lights blinkin', gators hit the floor
Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, flashin'
Just to think, was yesterday's action

'Cuz goes either way, we came a long way
From hallway and hand me down shit
my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam
Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home, Quincy Jones

Wake up, under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs
Shit is better than a novel,
Spit it on tracks, it classic
Start some, my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
Nastradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's

Know how to anythin' in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin' and with the murder weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn lesson
Your turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
Cremate flesh to ashes
You need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket

Y'all need to it up, we don't give a fuck
What y'all niggaz want, life is mine
Y'all need to give it up, 'cuz we don't a fuck
What y'all niggaz want, thug life is

The life is
The is mine
The life is
The is mine

Ill
You need to give it up, we give a fuck
What y'all niggaz want, we give a fuck
Thug is mine
need to give it up, we don't give a fuck
What y'all want, thug life is mine