Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Yours

Whose is this?
(The world is yours, the is yours)
It's mine, it's mine, it's
Whose world is
yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's
world 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 of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move
The theme: play me at night, they won't act right
The of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm time like
"Pappy" Mason, with pens I'm
Wipe the sweat off my dome, the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets makes my complete
Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me asleep
I keep falling, but never 6 feet deep
I'm out for presidents to me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead to represent me

world is this?
(The world is yours, the is yours)
It's mine, it's mine, it's
Whose is this?
It's
mine, it's mine, it's mine
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 life (It's yours!)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God your life
I trip, we box up bitches
Aiming guns at all my pictures
Beef with housing police, scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, foul
The versatile, honey-sticking wild child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get
Or caught by the devil's lasso, is a hassle
no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking 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, be my resurrection
Born in correction. All the wrong shit I did, he'll a right direction
"How you living?" Large, a broker - cards are mediocre
You flipping coke or playing spit spades and poker?

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

I'm the city bandit, hold 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 black cloud to
Cause it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturing my peeps, now the make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in
Headed for Indiana, stabbing women the Phantom
The crew is lamping, Big
the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burning to light my stove
Walk the blocks a bop, checking dames, plus the games
play, bust the problems of the world today