Luyện nghe bài hát Hold His Own

Yo, yo
What,
Wanna
Come on, on
What,
Bounce,
Check it out

Yo, you see the Benz I'm in, with BBS
Lil' Kim's part off The Benjamins
I ain't a player, I just Tims
No need for gators, my feet swim
I'm in Reno, Nevada, sippin' a pena
How many niggas can see
This movie's killin' and
Women me in polo jeans and rugbys
You can it or love it, imiatate it or dub it
Compared to us, ain't nuttin'
It's funny how niggas get for frontin'
Glorifying crimes, and they ain't 'em
My rhymes'll split 'em like pimpin', Dom P
I'm not a baller, haven't even it
Women callin', since my days in the crib
I to live enormous
I live dunks, icey chunks
A fly wifey I can
Not she gon' wanna hesit me for re-up
I might be, Iron if you try to entice me
I say this politely, it to a friend
Hard from the start, get to the end
What up Cormega? Did you see him?
Leanin' in the BM with the rim's

[Chorus - Thomas]
Mega hold his own
He always he could do it alone
And when he
gonna know

Yo, I write rhymes for the flyest whips, finest
And any rappin' nigga that thinks he's as nice as
See me in clubs with women and thugs
Whoever wanna test this, we fill 'em slugs
My jewlery gliestenin', usually sickenin'
like Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening?
Pimps, I 'em, niggas, don't trust 'em
Snitches, don't want 'em in my
We in a tunnel, buyin' mo' by the
You know when we through, get it right
But dead? right, spit nice
I know where you read my man was your wife
I suggest you chill you ill enough to test the skill
I possess niggas, for real
I'm the last of the mohecans, rhyme ill flow
Due to magazines, there's no
No sequel to my flow evil, your people
We through seein' time, see-through
Nas off the meter, rhyme for the
wit' overacheivers, my people, my people from madenas
Where you at dime-peices, fly
Lookin' so my man is dying to meet ya
I your baby dad just buying you sneakers
But I'm a keep it real, I cheap
it out

Yo, to the haters, lovers, thug mommys
around me tryin' to play stuck-up
See me in a ride and say "what's up?"
I put my foot and the gas and they ass "tough luck"
I don't beef, I finish it
My enemies diminishin'
a rapper had dough, you didn't
You a nigga, first it was Biggie and Pac
Now you jealous of
You like a breast implant, fake on the
You nice, let's battle for dough Mr.
On Hot 97, or at Envy's
I can ass-bend you and still with 10 g's
Too for you, what you dream I live and breath
Whoever wanna intervene, on, get your team
And I'm a show you who the
'Cause everybody who the realest
Now it