Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Yours

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

I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm
writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical
Understandable smooth shit murderers move with
The thief's theme: play me at night, won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack
The mind activation, react like I'm time like
"Pappy" Mason, pens I'm embracin'
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the
Suede Timb's on my feets makes my complete
Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero
I can't call it, the beats me falling asleep
I keep falling, but never falling 6 deep
I'm out for presidents to me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to me

world is this?
(The is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine, it's mine, 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 Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy
guns at all my baby pictures
Beef with housing police, release scriptures maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, style, rolling foul
The versatile, honey-sticking golden 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 pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy water. against Nas are slaughter
Thinking a word best describing my life to name my
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 - cards are mediocre
You flipping or playing spit spades and strip poker?

Whose is this?
(The is yours, the world is yours)
mine, it's 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'm the young city bandit, hold myself single-handed
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from
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, fill the to the tip
Picturing my peeps, now the income my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, women like the Phantom
The crew is lamping, Big
Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I wild
Stash through the flock wools, burning dollars to my stove
Walk the with a bop, checking dames, plus the games
People play, bust the problems of the world