Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

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

Kill or be killed, that than somebody else
Readin' my will, you feel what I feel, you know the
Keep the next to my bed, one in the head
Hearin' noises, tired, eyes bloodshot red

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

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

Y'all need to give it up, we don't give a
What y'all niggaz want, thug, life is
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 still child, I'm ill
If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's well
Very, very, the sreets raised me crazy, now I'm to it
So when they start shootin', stop the music
it movin' that's how we do it, c'mon, c'mon Dunn
Been through drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin'
crawlin'

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

Escort niggaz to they grave, relate to the
We the Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
Don't get no realer than this, it's more real than any words I can
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 give a fuck
y'all niggaz want, thug, life is mine
Y'all need to give it up, we don't give a fuck
What y'all niggaz want, thug is mine

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

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

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

Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around
Shit is than a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it becomes
some, make my heart 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 murder
I'll release one, you deceased, learn your lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you it
your flesh to ashes
You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no

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, 'cuz we don't a fuck
What niggaz want, thug life is mine

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

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