Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Yours

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

I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm
Then in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that move with
The thief's theme: play me at night, won't act right
The fiend of has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react I'm facin' time like
"Pappy" Mason, with I'm embracin'
the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets makes my complete
crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me falling
I keep falling, but never falling 6 feet
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

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

To my man Ill Will, God bless life (It's yours!)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your
I trip, we box up bitches
Aiming guns at all my baby
Beef with housing police, release scriptures maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, foul
The versatile, honey-sticking golden child
Dwelling in the Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a
There's no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking 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, be my resurrection
Born in correction. All the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a direction
"How you living?" Large, a charge - cards are mediocre
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, it's
Whose is this?
yours
It's mine, it's mine, mine
Whose world is
(The is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine, it's mine, it's
Whose is this?

I'm the young city bandit, myself down single-handed
For murder raps, I my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or
I'm by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home
I need a new nigga for black cloud to follow
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 income make my heartbeat
And I'm amped up, locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, stabbing women the Phantom
The is lamping, Big Willie-style
Check the chip-toothed smile, I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burning dollars to light my
Walk the blocks with a bop, checking dames, the games
People play, the problems of the world today