Luyện nghe bài hát Hold His Own

Yo, yo
What,
bounce?
Come on, on
What,
Bounce,
Check it out

Yo, you see the I'm in, with BBS rims
Lil' Kim's part off The Benjamins
I ain't a player, I just Tims
No need for gators, my can't swim
I'm in Reno, Nevada, sippin' a pena
How many niggas can see
movie's killin' and budgin'
Women love me in jeans and rugbys
You can hate it or it, imiatate it or dub it
Compared to us, niggas ain't
It's how niggas get paid for frontin'
crimes, and they ain't done 'em
My split 'em like pimpin', Dom P sippin'
I'm not a baller, haven't even it
Women callin', since my in the crib crawlin'
I plan to enormous
I live nike dunks, chunks
A fly I can trust
Not that she gon' hesit me for re-up
I might be, Iron if you try to entice me
I say this politely, tell it to a
Hard the start, get money to the end
What up with Cormega? Did you see
Leanin' in the BM with the gleamin'

[Chorus - Carl
Mega hold his own
He knew he could do it alone
And when he
Everybody's gonna

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

Yo, to the haters, lovers, thug mommys
Walk me tryin' to play stuck-up
See me in a and wanna say "what's up?"
I put my foot and the gas and they ass "tough luck"
I don't start beef, I it
My enemies hearts
Before a rapper had dough, you
You a pathetic nigga, 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 live at
I can ass-bend you and leave with 10 g's
Too real for you, you dream I live and breath
Whoever wanna intervene, on, get your team
And I'm a show you who the
'Cause everybody know who the
Now it