Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got the style of a still child, I'm ill
If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's well
Very, very, the sreets me crazy, now I'm immune to it
So they start shootin', we'll 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

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

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

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

Silk shirts on my chest show what a
Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match musical thing
And I'll front like my doo doo don't

Instinct like Gooding steppin' out the latest toy
Hazard blinkin', gators hit the floor
Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, flashin'
Just to think, that was action

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

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

Know how to leave in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin' and flee with the weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased, your lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you it
Cremate flesh to ashes
You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no

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

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

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