Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

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

Kill or be killed, that than somebody else
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

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

Do ya, get caught lifted, or sober, so you can react quick?
Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you 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

need to give 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 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, him with the fork, make sure he's done well
Very, very, the sreets raised me crazy, now I'm to it
So when they start shootin', we'll stop the
Keep it movin' that's how we do it, c'mon, c'mon
Been through more than the Baldwins, you still crawlin'
Still

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

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

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

Silk on my chest show what a flirt
Halle Berry a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
And I'll front like my doo doo stink

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

'Cuz today goes either way, we 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, guns under my pillow, I can't around chauffeurs
Shit is better a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it becomes
some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
Nastradamus, one to blast one when the NARC's come

Know how to anythin' in thirty seconds
When you the heat, comin' and flee with the murder weapon
I'll release one, you deceased, learn your lesson
flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
Cremate your flesh to
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
Y'all need to it up, 'cuz we don't give a fuck
What y'all 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 give a fuck
What y'all niggaz want, we don't a fuck
Thug life is
Y'all need to it up, we don't give a fuck
y'all niggaz want, thug life is mine