Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

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

Kill or be killed, rather than somebody else
Readin' my will, you feel what I feel, you know the
the infrared next 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, love to see when
Niggaz slippin' off point, on the they bet
Scopin' your ice, appraisin' it like the Diamond District
they hand on the biscuit

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

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

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

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

Escort niggaz to they grave, to the projects
We the Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
get no realer than this, it's more real than any words I can muster
Pull the black trucks up, what?
Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggaz 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, 'cuz we don't give a
What y'all niggaz want, thug life is

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

Instinct 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 yesterday's

'Cuz today goes either way, we came a way
From steps and hand me down shit
Fuck my foes, I the other side, NexTel cell roam
Call the phone, heliport 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, make my pump, spark one, I'm God son
Nastradamus, last one to blast one when the come

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

Y'all need to 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 give a fuck
What y'all niggaz want, life is mine

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

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