Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

Yeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah
[HAH hahahaha] Huh yo, you it
ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)
[hahahaha] two thousand
(Ain't nuttin but thugs over baby)
[AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [HAH

Yo... straight on this side - it's do or die to the death
Like the terminal ill they last breath
your last rites - God, forgive me
for the sin I'm about to commit - takin a
Kill or be killed, that than 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
with half closed eyelids
Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange get
Go easy on the bottle, niggaz to see when
niggaz off point, on the strength they bet
Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the District Jeweler
with hand on the biscuit
Do ya, wanna get caught or sober, so you can react quick?
you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my wife
on my thousand dollar
It's the world that I in, Q.B. made me
A that loved me and a pops that raised me

Nas {singing to the chorus of Brandy's "The Boy is Mine"}

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

I got the style of a child, I'm ill
If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make he's done well
(Very very) The sreets me crazy, now I'm immune to it
So when they start shootin, 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
(Still crawlin) Apply rules to the office, high performance
Rap author, made millions off of - melodic, hypnotic
That'll fuck with your conscience and touch emotions
(You me? You feel me?)
You me? I'll write a graphic page
Escort to they grave, relate to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets deeper rap music
(Don't get no realer this!)
It's real than any words I can muster
the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)
Hop out them shits like what? niggaz can't touch us

[Nas
Silk shirts on my show what a flirt
Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara concert
Silk pants pink, gators match gangster musical thing
And I'll front like my doo doo don't
Instinct like Gooding steppin out the latest toy
Hazard lights blinkin, hit the floor
Everybody watch the red entrance, cameras flashin
Just to think, was yesterday's action
Cause today goes either way - we 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 posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk chauffeurs
Shit is better than a novel,
it on tracks, it becomes classic
Start some, make my pump, spark one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, last one to one when the NARC's come
Know how to leave in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin and with the murder weapon
release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
Your turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
your flesh to ashes
You need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket

The, life, is, (repeat 3X)
Ill Will..
You need to give it up.. we don't a fuck
y'all niggaz want.. we don't give a fuck
Thug, life, is,
Y'all need to it up.. we don't give a fuck..
what y'all want.. thug, life, is, mine