Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Yours

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
For murder raps, I kick my alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles home
I a new nigga for this black cloud to follow
Cause 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 income make my heartbeat
And I'm amped up, they 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, burning dollars to my stove
the blocks with a bop, checking dames, plus the games
People play, the problems of the world today