Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

Yo... straight thugs on 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 - takin a life
or be killed, rather that than somebody else
readin my will - you feel what I feel, you the deal
Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the
Hearin noises, dead tired, bloodshot red
Sleep with half closed
say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get
Go easy on the bottle, love to see when
niggaz slippin off point, on the strength bet
your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler
with 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 thousand dollar
It's the world that I live in, Q.B. me
A that 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..
what y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is,
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 it's beef, poke him with the fork, make he's done well
(Very very) The sreets raised me crazy, now I'm to it
So when they shootin, we'll stop the music
Keep it moving that's how we do it (c'mon, Dunn)
through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin
(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, high
Rap author, made off of - melodic, hypnotic productions
That'll fuck with conscience and touch your emotions
(You feel me? You me?)
You feel me? I'll write a page
niggaz to they grave, relate to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap
(Don't get no realer this!)
more real than any words I can muster
Pull the black trucks up (What?)
Hop out shits like what? Y'all niggaz can't touch us

[Nas
shirts on my chest show what a flirt
Halle Berry blew a at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical
And front like my doo doo don't stink
like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy
Hazard blinkin, gators hit the floor
Everybody the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
Just to think, that was yesterday's
today goes either way - we came a long way
from hallway steps and shit
Fuck my foes, I the other side, NexTel cell roam
Call the chopper phone, in my home
Quincy posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't around chauffeurs
Shit is better than a novel,
Spit it on tracks, it becomes
some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, last one to blast one the NARC's come
Know how to leave anything in thirty
When you feel the heat, comin and flee the murder weapon
I'll release one, you deceased, learn your lesson
Your flesh to maggots, bastards, you past it
your flesh to ashes
You need 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
y'all niggaz want.. we don't give a fuck
Thug, life, is,
Y'all need to give it up.. we don't a fuck..
y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine