Luyện nghe bài hát Hold His Own

Yo, yo
What,
Wanna
on, come 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, a pena colada
How niggas can see Montanna?
This killin' and budgin'
love me in polo jeans and rugbys
You can hate it or love it, 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 'em like pimpin', Dom P sippin'
I'm not a baller, even lived it
Women callin', since my in the crib crawlin'
I to live enormous
I live nike dunks, icey
A fly I can trust
Not that she gon' wanna me for re-up
I might be, Iron Mike if you try to me
I say this politely, tell it to a
Hard the start, get money to the end
up with Cormega? Did you see him?
Leanin' in the BM with the gleamin'

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

Yo, I write rhymes for the flyest whips, finest
And any rappin' nigga that thinks as nice as this
See me chillin' in with women and thugs
Whoever wanna test this, we fill 'em slugs
My gliestenin', rhymes usually sickenin'
like 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 suggest you chill unless you ill enough to the skill
I possess niggas, for real
I'm the last of the mohecans, rhyme ill lethal
Due to magazines, there's no
No sequel to my flow evil, deletin' your
We through seein' time, see-through
Nas off the meter, for the Beamers
Roll wit' overacheivers, my people, my from madenas
Where you at dime-peices, fly
Lookin' so right my man is 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, baby mommys
around 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 start beef, I finish it
My enemies diminishin'
Before a rapper had dough, you
You a nigga, first it was Biggie and Pac
Now you of Jigga
You like a implant, fake on the inside
You nice, let's for dough Mr. Big-Time
On Hot 97, or live at
I can you and still 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 know who the realest
Now it