Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

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

Chorus: Nas to the chorus 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 niggaz want.. thug, 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 he's done
(Very very) The sreets me crazy, now I'm immune to it
So they start shootin, we'll stop the music
Keep it moving how we do it (c'mon, c'mon Dunn)
Been more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin
(Still crawlin) street rules to the office, high performance
Rap author, millions off of - melodic, hypnotic productions
That'll fuck with your conscience and your emotions
(You me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll a graphic page
Escort niggaz to they grave, to the projects
We the Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
(Don't get no than this!)
It's more real than any I can muster
the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)
Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggaz touch us

[Nas
Silk shirts on my chest show what a
Halle Berry blew a at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, match gangster musical thing
And I'll front like my doo doo don't
Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the toy
Hazard blinkin, gators hit the floor
Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras
Just to think, that was action
Cause today goes either way - we a long way
hallway steps and hand-me-down shit
Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, cell roam
Call the chopper phone, heliport in my
Quincy Jones
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk chauffeurs
Shit is better a novel, autobiographic
it on tracks, it becomes classic
Start some, make my pump, spark one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, last one to blast one the NARC's come
Know how to leave in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, and flee with the murder weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased, your lesson
Your turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
Cremate 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 y'all niggaz want.. we don't give a
Thug, life, is,
Y'all need to give it up.. we don't a fuck..
what y'all want.. thug, life, is, mine