Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yo, you it
Infamous nine
Infamous two
nuttin 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
Readin' my will, you feel what I feel, you know the
Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the
Hearin' noises, dead tired, eyes red

Sleep with closed eyelids
Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how life get
Go easy on the bottle, niggaz to see when
slippin' off point, on the strength they bet
Scopin' your ice, it like the Diamond District Jeweler
With they 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 thousand dollar
the world that I live in, Q.B. made me
A moms that loved me and a pops raised me

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

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

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

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

need 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

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

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

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

Wake up, under my pillow, I can't 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 one when the NARC's come

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

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

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

Ill
You to give it up, we don't give a fuck
y'all 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