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 nuttin but thugs over baby)
[AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [HAH

Yo... straight thugs on side - it's do or die to the death
Like the terminal ill takin they last
your last rites - God, forgive me
for the sin I'm about to - takin a life
Kill or be killed, rather that than else
readin my will - you feel what I feel, you know the
the infrared next to my bed, one in the head
Hearin noises, dead tired, bloodshot red
Sleep with closed eyelids
Some say it's strange, that's how strange life get
Go on the bottle, niggaz love to see when
niggaz off point, on the strength they bet
Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District
with they on the biscuit
Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can quick?
Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you my wife
on my thousand dollar
It's the that I live in, Q.B. made me
A moms loved me and a pops that raised 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 niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
what y'all 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 he's well
(Very very) The raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it
So when they start shootin, we'll the music
Keep it that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon Dunn)
Been through more than the Baldwins, you still crawlin
(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, performance
Rap author, made off of - melodic, hypnotic productions
That'll fuck with your conscience and touch emotions
(You me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll write a graphic
Escort to they grave, relate to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets than rap music
(Don't get no than this!)
It's more real than any I can muster
Pull the Cadillac trucks up (What?)
Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggaz can't us

[Nas
Silk shirts on my chest what a flirt
Halle Berry a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, match gangster musical thing
And front like my doo doo don't stink
Instinct like Cuba Gooding out the latest toy
Hazard lights blinkin, hit the floor
watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
Just to think, that was action
today goes either way - we came a long 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
Jones posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't around chauffeurs
Shit is better than a novel,
Spit it on tracks, it becomes
Start some, my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, one to blast one when 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, learn your
Your flesh to maggots, bastards, you past it
Cremate your 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 give a fuck
what y'all want.. we don't give a fuck
Thug, life, is,
Y'all need to give it up.. we don't a fuck..
what y'all want.. thug, life, is, mine