Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Yours

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

I sip the Dom P, "Gandhi" 'til I'm charged
writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit murderers move with
The thief's theme: play me at night, they act right
The fiend of has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time
"Pappy" Mason, with I'm embracin'
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets makes my complete
Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero
I call it, the beats make me falling asleep
I keep falling, but never 6 feet 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 world is yours, the is yours)
It's mine, mine, it's mine
world is this?
It's
It's mine, it's mine, mine
Whose world is
(The world is yours, the is yours)
It's mine, mine, it's mine
world is this?

To my man Ill Will, God bless your (It's yours!)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your
I trip, we box up bitches
guns at all my baby pictures
Beef with housing police, release that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, style, rolling foul
The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden
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 against Nas are
Thinking a word best describing my to name my daughter
My strength, my son, the star, will be my
Born in correction. All the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a direction
"How you living?" Large, a broker charge - are mediocre
You flipping coke or playing spit spades and poker?

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 world is
(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 to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home
I need a new nigga for this black cloud to
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 make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, my brain's in handcuffs
for Indiana, stabbing women like the Phantom
The is lamping, Big Willie-style
Check the chip-toothed smile, 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