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 wear
No for gators, my feet can't swim
I'm in Reno, Nevada, sippin' a pena
How many can see Montanna?
This movie's and budgin'
Women me in polo jeans and rugbys
You can hate it or it, imiatate it or dub it
Compared to us, niggas nuttin'
It's funny how niggas get paid for
Glorifying crimes, and they done 'em
My rhymes'll split 'em pimpin', Dom P sippin'
I'm not a baller, haven't even it
Women callin', my days in the crib crawlin'
I to live enormous
I nike dunks, icey chunks
A fly wifey I can
Not that she wanna 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'

- Carl Thomas]
Mega hold his own
He always knew he do it alone
And when he
Everybody's gonna

Yo, I write rhymes for the whips, finest chicks
And any rappin' nigga that thinks he's as as this
See me in clubs with women and thugs
Whoever wanna test this, we fill 'em with
My jewlery gliestenin', rhymes usually
Game Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening?
Pimps, I bust 'em, niggas, don't 'em
Snitches, don't want 'em in my
We in a tunnel, mo' by the bundle
You when we come through, get it right
But dead? right, techs nice
I know where you read my man was your wife
I suggest you chill unless you ill to test the skill
I possess niggas, for real
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 through 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 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 around me tryin' to 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 start beef, I finish it
My enemies hearts
Before a had dough, you didn't
You a nigga, first it was Biggie and Pac
Now you jealous of
You like a implant, fake on the inside
You nice, battle for dough Mr. Big-Time
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, come on, get team
And I'm a show you who the
'Cause everybody know who the
Now it