Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

Yo, straight thugs on side, it's do or die to the death
the terminal ill takin they last breath
Read last 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
Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the
Hearin' noises, dead tired, bloodshot red

Sleep half closed eyelids
say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange 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 hand on the

Do ya, wanna get lifted, or sober, so you can react quick?
Blow you off the as if I caught you fuckin' my wife
On my dollar mattress
It's the world that I live in, Q.B. me
A moms loved 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, 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 of a still born child, I'm ill
If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure done well
Very, very, the sreets raised me crazy, now I'm to it
So they start shootin', we'll stop the music
Keep it that's how we do it, c'mon, c'mon Dunn
Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still
crawlin'

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

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

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

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

like Cuba Gooding steppin' out the latest toy
Hazard lights blinkin', hit the floor
Everybody the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin'
Just to think, was yesterday's action

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

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

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, your lesson
flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
Cremate your flesh to
You need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket

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, we don't give a fuck
What y'all niggaz want, thug is mine

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

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