Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

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

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

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

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

[Nas
Silk shirts on my chest show a flirt
Halle blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical
And I'll front like my doo doo stink
Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the toy
Hazard lights blinkin, hit the floor
Everybody watch the red entrance, cameras flashin
to think, that was yesterday's action
Cause goes either way - we came a long way
from steps and hand-me-down shit
my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam
Call the phone, heliport in my home
Quincy Jones
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around
Shit is better a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it 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
I'll release one, shot you deceased, your lesson
Your flesh to maggots, bastards, you past it
Cremate 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
what y'all niggaz want.. we don't a fuck
Thug, life, is,
Y'all need to it up.. we don't give a fuck..
what niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine