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

I sip the Dom P, "Gandhi" 'til I'm charged
Then in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
smooth shit that murderers move with
The thief's play me at night, they won't act right
The of hip-hop has got me stuck like 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 on my feets makes my cipher complete
Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Jeep
I can't call it, the make me falling asleep
I keep falling, but 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

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

To my man Ill Will, God bless life (It's yours!)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your
I trip, we box up crazy
guns at all my baby pictures
Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, foul
The versatile, honey-sticking golden child
in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the 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 holy water. Odds against Nas are
Thinking a best describing my life to name 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 charge - are mediocre
You coke or playing spit spades and strip poker?

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

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