Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

Yo... straight thugs on this side - it's do or die to the
Like the terminal ill takin last breath
Read your last rites - God, me
for the sin I'm about to commit - takin a
Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody
readin my will - you what I feel, you know the deal
Keep the next to my bed, one in the head
Hearin noises, tired, eyes bloodshot red
Sleep with half closed
Some say it's strange, sometimes how strange life get
Go easy on the bottle, niggaz to see when
niggaz slippin off point, on the they bet
Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond Jeweler
with they hand on the
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 dollar mattress
It's the that I live in, Q.B. made me
A moms that loved me and a pops that me

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

need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
what y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is,
Y'all need to it up.. cause 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 he's done well
(Very very) The sreets 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 still
(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, performance
Rap author, made millions off of - melodic, hypnotic
That'll fuck with your and touch your emotions
(You me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll write a graphic
Escort niggaz to they grave, to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets deeper rap music
(Don't get no than this!)
It's more 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 what a flirt
Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand
Silk pants colored pink, gators gangster musical thing
And front like my doo doo don't stink
Instinct like Cuba Gooding out the latest toy
Hazard blinkin, gators hit the floor
watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
Just to think, that was yesterday's
today goes either way - we came a long way
from hallway and hand-me-down shit
my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam
Call the chopper phone, in my home
Jones posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't around chauffeurs
Shit is than a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it classic
Start some, my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's
Know how to anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin and flee the murder weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you it
Cremate flesh 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 a fuck
what y'all niggaz want.. we don't a fuck
Thug, life, is,
need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
what y'all want.. thug, life, is, mine