Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

Yo... straight thugs on this side - do or die to the death
Like the terminal ill they last breath
Read your last - God, forgive me
for the sin I'm about to commit - takin a
Kill or be killed, rather that somebody else
readin my will - you what I feel, you know the deal
Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the
Hearin noises, tired, eyes bloodshot red
Sleep with half eyelids
say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get
Go easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see
niggaz slippin off point, on the strength bet
Scopin ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler
with they on the biscuit
Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can quick?
you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my wife
on my dollar mattress
It's the world I live in, Q.B. made me
A moms that loved me and a pops 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 to give it up.. cause we don't give a fuck..
what y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is,

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

[Nas
Silk shirts on my chest show what a
Halle Berry a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, match gangster musical thing
And I'll front my doo doo don't stink
Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the toy
Hazard lights blinkin, hit the floor
watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
Just to think, that was yesterday's
Cause today either way - we came a long way
from hallway steps and shit
Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel roam
Call the phone, heliport in my home
Quincy posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't around chauffeurs
Shit is better a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it classic
Start some, my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, last one to one when the NARC's come
Know how to leave anything in seconds
When you feel the heat, comin and flee the murder weapon
release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you 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 give a
y'all niggaz want.. we don't give a fuck
Thug, life, is,
Y'all to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
what niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine