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

I sip the Dom P, "Gandhi" 'til 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 that murderers with
The theme: play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time
"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 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

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

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 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 wild child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get
Or by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in
Of holy water. Odds Nas are slaughter
Thinking a word best describing my life to 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 broker charge - cards are
You flipping or playing spit spades and strip poker?

Whose is this?
(The world is yours, the is yours)
It's mine, 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, mine, it's mine
Whose 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 cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see
Trying to maintain, I flip, the clip to the tip
Picturing my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat
And I'm amped up, they locked the up, even my brain's in handcuffs
for Indiana, stabbing women like the Phantom
The crew is lamping, Big
Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile
Stash through the flock wools, burning dollars to light my
Walk the blocks with a bop, dames, plus the games
play, bust the problems of the world today