Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Yours

Whose is this?
(The is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine, it's mine, it's
Whose is this?
It's
It's mine, it's mine, it's
Whose is this?
(The is yours, the world is yours)
mine, it's mine, it's mine
world 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
smooth shit that murderers move with
The thief's theme: me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, like I'm facin' time like
"Pappy" Mason, pens I'm embracin'
the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cipher
Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero
I can't call it, the beats make me falling
I falling, but never falling 6 feet deep
I'm out for to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead to represent me

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

To my man Ill Will, God your life (It's yours!)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your
I trip, we box up crazy
Aiming guns at all my pictures
Beef with housing police, release that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, rolling
The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden
in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, is a hassle
There's no days, for broke we sell it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, their sins in trays
Of water. Odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking a word best describing my life to name my
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 - are mediocre
You flipping coke or playing spit and strip poker?

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

I'm the city bandit, hold myself 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 sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 from home
I need a new nigga for this cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, the clip to the tip
my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, stabbing women the Phantom
The crew is lamping, Big
Check the chip-toothed smile, I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burning to light my stove
the blocks with a bop, checking dames, plus the games
People play, bust the problems of the world