Luyện nghe bài hát Hold His Own

Yo, yo
What,
bounce?
on, come on
What,
Bounce,
it out y'all

Yo, you see the Benz I'm in, with BBS
Playing Lil' part off The Benjamins
I ain't a player, I just wear
No need for gators, my can't swim
I'm in Reno, Nevada, a pena colada
How many can see Montanna?
This movie's and budgin'
Women me in polo jeans and rugbys
You can it or love it, imiatate it or dub it
to us, niggas ain't nuttin'
It's funny how niggas get for frontin'
crimes, and they ain't done 'em
My rhymes'll split 'em pimpin', Dom P sippin'
I'm not a baller, even lived it
Women callin', since my days in the crawlin'
I to live enormous
I live nike dunks, chunks
A fly I can trust
Not she gon' wanna hesit me for re-up
I be, Iron Mike if you try to entice me
I say politely, tell it to a friend
from the start, get money to the end
What up with Did you see him?
Leanin' in the BM with the rim's

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

Yo, I write rhymes for the flyest whips, chicks
And any rappin' nigga that thinks he's as nice as
See me chillin' in clubs women and thugs
Whoever test this, we fill 'em with slugs
My jewlery gliestenin', rhymes sickenin'
Game Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening?
Pimps, I 'em, niggas, don't trust 'em
Snitches, want 'em in my shit
We in a tunnel, buyin' mo' by the
You know when we come through, get it
But dead? right, techs spit
I where you read my man was jessying your wife
I you chill unless you ill enough to test the skill
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 evil, deletin' your people
We seein' time, you're see-through
Nas off the meter, for the Beamers
wit' overacheivers, my people, my people from madenas
Where you at dime-peices, fly
so right my man is dying to meet ya
I your baby dad just buying you sneakers
But I'm a keep it real, I ain't
it out

Yo, to the haters, lovers, thug baby
Walk around me to play stuck-up
See me in a and wanna say "what's up?"
I put my and the gas and tell they ass "tough luck"
I don't start beef, I it
My enemies hearts
Before a rapper had dough, you
You a nigga, first it was Biggie and Pac
Now you of Jigga
You like a breast implant, fake on the
You nice, let's battle for Mr. Big-Time
On Hot 97, or at Envy's
I can you and still leave with 10 g's
Too real for you, you dream I live and breath
Whoever wanna intervene, come on, get your
And I'm a you who the illest
'Cause know who the realest
Now it