Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

Yo... straight thugs on this side - it's do or die to the
Like the ill takin they last breath
Read last rites - God, forgive me
for the sin I'm about to commit - takin a
or be killed, rather that than somebody else
readin my will - you feel what I feel, you the deal
Keep the infrared to my bed, one in the head
Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes red
Sleep half closed eyelids
Some say it's strange, sometimes how strange life get
Go easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see
niggaz slippin off point, on the strength bet
Scopin your ice, it like the Diamond District Jeweler
with hand on the biscuit
Do ya, get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?
Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my
on my thousand dollar
It's the world I live in, Q.B. made me
A moms that loved me and a that raised me

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

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 want.. thug, life, is, mine

I got the style of a child, I'm ill
If it's beef, poke him the fork, make sure he's done well
(Very very) The sreets raised me crazy, now I'm to it
So when they shootin, we'll stop the music
Keep it moving how we do it (c'mon, c'mon Dunn)
Been through more drama the Baldwins, you still crawlin
(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, high
Rap author, made millions off of - melodic, productions
That'll fuck with your conscience and your emotions
(You me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll a graphic page
Escort to they grave, relate to the projects
We the black Mobb, it deeper than rap music
(Don't get no than this!)
It's real than any words I can muster
Pull the black trucks up (What?)
Hop out them shits like Y'all niggaz can't touch us

[Nas
Silk shirts on my chest show a flirt
Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match 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 carpet entrance, flashin
Just to think, was yesterday's action
Cause today goes either way - we a long way
from hallway steps and shit
Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel roam
Call the chopper phone, in my home
Quincy posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around
Shit is better a novel, autobiographic
it on tracks, it becomes classic
Start some, my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, one to blast one when the NARC's come
Know how to anything in thirty seconds
When you the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased, your lesson
Your flesh to maggots, bastards, you past it
your flesh to ashes
You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no

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