Luyện nghe bài hát Hold His Own

Yo, yo
What,
Wanna
Come on, on
What,
Bounce,
it out y'all

Yo, you see the Benz I'm in, with BBS
Lil' Kim's part off The Benjamins
I a player, I just wear Tims
No need for gators, my can't swim
I'm in Reno, Nevada, sippin' a colada
How niggas can see Montanna?
This movie's killin' and
Women love me in polo jeans and
You can hate it or it, imiatate it or dub it
Compared to us, niggas nuttin'
funny how niggas get paid for frontin'
Glorifying crimes, and ain't done 'em
My rhymes'll 'em like pimpin', Dom P sippin'
I'm not a baller, even lived it
Women callin', since my days in the crib
I plan to live
I nike dunks, icey chunks
A fly I can trust
Not that she wanna hesit me for re-up
I might be, Mike if you try to entice me
I say politely, tell it to a friend
Hard from the start, get to the end
What up with Did you see him?
Leanin' in the BM the rim's gleamin'

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

Yo, I write rhymes for the flyest whips, chicks
And any rappin' nigga thinks he's as nice as this
See me chillin' in clubs with women and
Whoever wanna this, we fill 'em with slugs
My jewlery gliestenin', rhymes sickenin'
like 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 know when we through, get it right
But right, techs spit nice
I know where you read my man was your wife
I suggest you chill unless you ill enough to test the
That I niggas, for real
I'm the last of the mohecans, rhyme ill lethal
Due to magazines, there's no
No to my flow evil, deletin' your people
We through seein' time, you're
Nas off the meter, for the Beamers
Roll wit' overacheivers, my people, my people madenas
you at dime-peices, fly features?
Lookin' so my man is dying to meet ya
I know your dad just buying you sneakers
But I'm a keep it real, I ain't
it out

Yo, to the haters, lovers, thug mommys
Walk around me tryin' to play
See me in a and wanna say "what's up?"
I put my foot and the gas and tell ass "tough luck"
I don't beef, I finish it
My enemies diminishin'
Before a had dough, you didn't
You a pathetic nigga, first it was and Pac
Now you jealous of
You like a implant, fake on the inside
You nice, let's battle for Mr. Big-Time
On Hot 97, or live at
I can ass-bend you and still leave 10 g's
Too real for you, what you dream I live and
Whoever wanna intervene, on, get your team
And I'm a you who the illest
'Cause know who the realest
Now it