Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

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

Chorus: Nas {singing to the chorus of "The Boy is Mine"}

need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
what niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
what niggaz 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 sure done well
(Very very) The sreets me crazy, now I'm immune to it
So when start shootin, we'll stop the music
Keep it moving that's how we do it (c'mon, Dunn)
through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin
(Still crawlin) Apply street to the office, high performance
Rap author, made millions off of - melodic, productions
fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions
(You me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll write a page
Escort niggaz to they grave, to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap
(Don't get no than this!)
It's more real than any words I can
Pull the black Cadillac up (What?)
Hop out them shits like Y'all niggaz can't touch us

[Nas
Silk shirts on my chest what a flirt
Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
And I'll front like my doo doo stink
Instinct Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy
Hazard lights blinkin, hit the floor
watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
Just to think, that was action
Cause today goes either way - we came a way
from hallway and hand-me-down shit
Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell
Call the chopper phone, in my home
Quincy posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk chauffeurs
Shit is than a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it classic
Start some, make my heart pump, one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's
Know how to anything in thirty seconds
When you the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
I'll release one, you deceased, learn your lesson
flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
Cremate your to ashes
You don't 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
what y'all want.. we don't give a fuck
Thug, life, is,
need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
what niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine