Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Yours

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

I sip the Dom P, "Gandhi" 'til I'm charged
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical
Understandable smooth shit that murderers with
The theme: play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin' like
"Pappy" Mason, with I'm embracin'
Wipe the sweat off my dome, the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets makes my complete
Whether crusing in a cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me falling
I keep falling, but 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)
It's mine, it's mine, mine
world is this?
It's
It's mine, it's mine, it's
Whose is this?
(The is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine, mine, it's mine
world is this?

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

Whose is this?
(The world is yours, the is yours)
It's mine, mine, it's mine
Whose world is
yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's
Whose is this?
(The is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine, mine, it's mine
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 my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles home
I need a new for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too 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 the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, stabbing women like the
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, dames, plus the games
People play, the problems of the world today