Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Yours

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

I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" I'm charged
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', movement
Understandable smooth shit murderers move with
The thief's theme: play me at night, won't act right
The fiend of has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, like I'm facin' time like
"Pappy" Mason, with pens I'm
Wipe the sweat off my dome, the phlegm on the streets
Suede on my feets makes my cipher complete
Whether crusing in a cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the make me falling 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

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

To my man Ill Will, God bless your (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 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 caught by the lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days we it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking sins in trays
Of holy water. Odds against Nas are
Thinking a word describing my life to name my daughter
My strength, my son, the star, will be my
Born in correction. All the shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
"How you living?" Large, a broker - cards are mediocre
You flipping coke or playing spit spades and poker?

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

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