Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

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

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

with half closed eyelids
Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange get
Go easy on the bottle, niggaz to see when
Niggaz off point, on the strength they bet
your ice, appraisin' it like the Diamond District Jeweler
With they 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 mattress
It's the world that I in, Q.B. made me
A moms that me and a pops that raised me

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

I got the style of a born child, I'm ill
If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done
Very, very, the raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it
So when they start shootin', we'll stop the
Keep it movin' 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, performance
Rap author, made millions off of melodic, hypnotic
That'll with your conscience and touch your emotions
You me? You feel me? You feel me? I'll write a graphic page

niggaz to they grave, relate to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets than rap music
Don't get no realer than this, it's more real than any words I can
Pull the Cadillac trucks up, what?
Hop out shits like what? Y'all niggaz can't touch 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 a fuck
What niggaz want, thug life is mine

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

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

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

Wake up, guns under my pillow, I talk around chauffeurs
Shit is than a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it becomes
Start some, my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
Nastradamus, last one to blast one the NARC's come

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

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

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

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