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

I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical
smooth shit that murderers move with
The thief's theme: 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
the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my makes my cipher complete
Whether in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the make me falling asleep
I keep falling, but falling 6 feet deep
I'm out for to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead to represent me

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)
It's mine, it's mine, mine
world is this?

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, style, rolling foul
The versatile, honey-sticking wild child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get
Or by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke we sell it: smoke pays
While all the old pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy water. Odds Nas are slaughter
Thinking a word describing my life to name my daughter
My strength, my son, the star, will be my
in correction. All the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
"How you living?" Large, a broker charge - cards are
You flipping coke or playing spades and strip poker?

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

I'm the young city bandit, hold down single-handed
For raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to my crown or throne
I'm by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home
I need a new nigga for black cloud to follow
Cause while over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, the clip to the tip
my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, women 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 blocks a bop, checking dames, plus the games
People play, bust the problems of the world