Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Yours

Whose is this?
(The is yours, the world is yours)
mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is
It's
It's mine, it's mine, it's
Whose is this?
(The world is yours, the is yours)
It's mine, it's mine, it's
Whose 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 the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit murderers move with
The thief's theme: 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 time like
"Pappy" Mason, pens I'm embracin'
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the on the streets
Suede on my feets makes my cipher complete
crusing in a Sikh's 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 presidents to me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me

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

To my man Ill Will, God bless your (It's yours!)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless life
I trip, we box up bitches
guns at all my baby pictures
Beef with police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, style, rolling foul
The versatile, wild golden child
in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the lasso, shit 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. Odds 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 shit I did, he'll lead a right
"How you living?" Large, a broker - cards are mediocre
You flipping coke or playing spit and strip poker?

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

I'm the city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
For murder raps, I my thoughts alone, get remanded
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 black to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the 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 crew is lamping, Big
Check the chip-toothed smile, I profile wild
through the flock wools, burning dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks with a bop, checking dames, the games
People play, bust the problems of the today