Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Yours

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

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

Whose world is
(The is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine, it's mine, mine
Whose is this?
It's
It's mine, it's mine, it's
world 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 bless life (It's yours!)
To my peoples Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy
Aiming guns at all my pictures
Beef with police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, rolling
The versatile, honey-sticking wild 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
all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy water. Odds Nas are slaughter
Thinking a word best describing my life to 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 broker charge - are mediocre
You flipping coke or spit spades and strip poker?

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

I'm the young city bandit, myself down single-handed
For murder raps, I my thoughts alone, get remanded
alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles home
I need a new nigga for this cloud to follow
Cause 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 in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, stabbing women the Phantom
The crew is lamping, Big
Check the smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, dollars to light my stove
Walk the with a bop, checking dames, plus the games
play, bust the problems of the world today