Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Yours

Whose is this?
(The is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine, mine, it's mine
world is this?
It's
It's mine, mine, it's mine
Whose is this?
(The world is yours, the is yours)
It's mine, it's mine, it's
Whose is this?

I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', movement
smooth shit that murderers move with
The thief's play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck a crack pipe
The mind activation, react I'm facin' time like
"Pappy" Mason, with I'm embracin'
Wipe the off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets my cipher complete
Whether crusing in a cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me asleep
I keep falling, but never falling 6 feet
I'm out for to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to me

world is this?
(The is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine, mine, it's mine
world is this?
It's
It's mine, it's mine, mine
Whose world is
(The is yours, the world is yours)
mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose is this?

To my man Ill Will, God bless your (It's yours!)
To my peoples Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up bitches
Aiming at all my baby pictures
Beef housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, style, rolling foul
The versatile, honey-sticking golden child
Dwelling in the Apple, you get tackled
Or by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for days we sell it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, their sins in trays
Of water. Odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking a word best describing my life to my daughter
My strength, my son, the star, will be my
Born in correction. All the wrong shit I did, he'll a right direction
"How you living?" Large, a broker - cards are mediocre
You flipping coke or playing spades and strip poker?

Whose is this?
(The is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine, it's mine, it's
Whose world is
It's
It's mine, it's mine, it's
Whose is this?
(The world is yours, the is yours)
It's mine, mine, it's mine
Whose is this?

I'm the young bandit, hold myself down single-handed
For raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 from home
I a new nigga for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the to the tip
my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, stabbing women the Phantom
The crew is lamping, Big
Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile
Stash through the flock wools, dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks with a bop, checking dames, plus the
People play, bust the problems of the world