Luyện nghe bài hát It's Mine

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

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

Chorus: Nas {singing to the chorus of "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 niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine

I got the style of a child, I'm ill
If it's beef, him with the fork, make sure 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 than the Baldwins, you still crawlin
(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, performance
Rap author, made millions off of - melodic, productions
That'll fuck with your conscience and your emotions
(You me? You feel me?)
You feel me? write a graphic page
Escort to they grave, relate to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap
(Don't get no realer 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 touch us

[Nas
Silk shirts on my chest show a flirt
Halle blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical
And I'll front like my doo doo 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 action
Cause today goes either way - we a long way
from hallway and hand-me-down shit
Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel roam
Call the chopper phone, heliport in my
Quincy posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I talk around chauffeurs
Shit is better a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it classic
Start some, my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, one to blast one when the NARC's come
how to leave anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the weapon
I'll release one, 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 don't give a
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