Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Yours

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

I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" I'm charged
writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical
Understandable smooth shit that murderers with
The thief's theme: play me at night, they won't act
The fiend of has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, like I'm facin' time like
"Pappy" Mason, with I'm embracin'
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the
Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cipher
crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the make me falling asleep
I falling, but never falling 6 feet deep
I'm out for presidents to me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead to represent me

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

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 guns at all my pictures
with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, foul
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 days we sell it: pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their in trays
Of holy water. Odds against Nas are
Thinking a word best describing my life to my daughter
My strength, my son, the star, be my resurrection
in correction. All the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
"How you living?" Large, a charge - cards are mediocre
You flipping coke or spit spades and strip poker?

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

I'm the young city bandit, hold down single-handed
For murder raps, I my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my or throne
I'm deep by alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home
I a new nigga for this black cloud to follow
while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the to the tip
Picturing my peeps, now the income make my skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in
Headed for Indiana, stabbing women like the
The is lamping, Big Willie-style
Check the smile, plus I profile wild
through the flock wools, burning dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks a bop, checking dames, plus the games
People play, bust the problems of the today