Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

Yo... straight on this side - it's do or die to the death
Like the terminal ill takin they 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
my will - 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
Sleep with half closed
Some say it's strange, sometimes how strange life get
Go easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see
niggaz off point, on the strength they bet
Scopin ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler
they hand on the biscuit
Do ya, wanna get caught or sober, so you can react quick?
Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you my wife
on my thousand mattress
It's the world that I live in, Q.B. 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 niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. cause we don't a fuck..
what niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine

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

[Nas
Silk shirts on my chest show a flirt
Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, match gangster musical thing
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
Just to think, was yesterday's action
Cause today either way - we came a long way
from hallway and hand-me-down shit
Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, cell roam
Call the phone, heliport in my home
Quincy Jones
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk chauffeurs
Shit is better a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it becomes
Start some, make my pump, spark one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, last one to blast one the NARC's come
Know how to leave in thirty seconds
When you the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased, your lesson
flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past 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 to give it up.. we don't give 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 niggaz want.. thug, life, is,