Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Yours

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

I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" I'm charged
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', movement
Understandable smooth that murderers move with
The theme: 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 like I'm facin' time
"Pappy" Mason, with I'm embracin'
the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my makes my cipher complete
Whether in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the make me falling asleep
I keep falling, but never 6 feet deep
I'm out for to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead to represent me

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

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

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

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