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

I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" I'm charged
Then in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical
Understandable shit that murderers move with
The theme: play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin' like
"Pappy" Mason, pens 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 Montero
I can't call it, the beats make me falling
I keep falling, but never 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

world is this?
(The is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine, mine, it's mine
Whose is this?
It's
mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is
(The is yours, the world 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
Aiming at all my baby pictures
Beef with housing police, release that's maybe 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 by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days we it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, their sins in trays
Of holy water. Odds Nas are slaughter
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 charge - cards are
You flipping coke or playing spit spades and poker?

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

I'm the young city bandit, hold down single-handed
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 from home
I need a new nigga for this black cloud to
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 make my skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, stabbing like the Phantom
The crew is lamping, Big
Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile
Stash through the wools, burning dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks with a bop, checking dames, the games
People play, bust the of the world today