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 over here baby)
[AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. haha]

Yo... straight thugs on this side - do or die to the death
Like the terminal ill takin they breath
Read your rites - God, forgive me
for the sin I'm to commit - takin a life
Kill or be killed, rather that somebody 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, eyes red
Sleep with closed eyelids
Some say it's strange, sometimes how strange life get
Go easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see
niggaz slippin off point, on the 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 react
Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you my wife
on my dollar mattress
It's the world 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"}

Y'all need to give it up.. we give a fuck..
y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. cause we don't a fuck..
what y'all 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 well
(Very very) The sreets raised me crazy, now I'm to it
So they start shootin, we'll stop the music
Keep it moving that's how we do it (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 conscience and touch your emotions
(You me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll write a graphic
niggaz 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 words I can
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 kiss at the Barbara Streisand
Silk pants colored pink, match gangster musical thing
And I'll front my doo doo don't stink
Instinct like Gooding steppin out the latest toy
Hazard lights blinkin, hit the floor
Everybody watch the red entrance, cameras flashin
to think, that was yesterday's action
Cause today goes way - we came a long way
from hallway steps and hand-me-down
Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, cell roam
Call the chopper phone, in my home
Quincy posters
Wake up, guns my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs
Shit is better than a novel,
Spit it on tracks, it classic
some, make 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, comin and flee with the weapon
release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you 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 niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine