Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yo, you it
ninety nine
Infamous two
nuttin but thugs over here, baby

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

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

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

Do ya, wanna get caught lifted, or sober, so you can 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 that raised me

Y'all to give 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 don't give a
What y'all niggaz want, thug life is

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 me crazy, now I'm immune to it
So they start shootin', we'll stop the music
Keep it movin' that's how we do it, c'mon, Dunn
through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin'
Still

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

niggaz to they grave, relate to the projects
We the Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
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 shits like what? Y'all can't touch us

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

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

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

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

Wake up, guns my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs
Shit is than a novel, autobiographic
it on tracks, it becomes classic
Start some, make my heart pump, one, I'm God son
Nastradamus, one to blast one when the NARC's come

Know how to leave in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin' and flee with the weapon
release one, shot you deceased, learn 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 to give it up, we don't give a fuck
What y'all niggaz want, thug life is
Y'all need to give it up, 'cuz we don't give a
What niggaz want, thug life is mine

The is mine
The is mine
The is mine
The is mine

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