Luyện nghe bài hát Hold His Own

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

Yo, you see the I'm in, with BBS rims
Playing Lil' 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 many niggas can see
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 ain't
It's funny how niggas get 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 days in the crib
I to live enormous
I live dunks, icey chunks
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 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 the rim's gleamin'

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

Yo, I write rhymes for the flyest whips, finest
And any rappin' nigga that thinks as nice as this
See me chillin' in clubs women and thugs
Whoever wanna test this, we 'em with slugs
My jewlery gliestenin', usually sickenin'
Game like Fab 5 at Michigan, you
Pimps, I bust 'em, niggas, don't 'em
Snitches, want 'em in my shit
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 my man was jessying your wife
I you chill unless you ill enough to test the skill
I possess niggas, for real
I'm the of the mohecans, rhyme ill flow lethal
Due to magazines, there's no
No sequel to my flow evil, deletin' your
We through time, you're see-through
Nas off the meter, rhyme for the
Roll overacheivers, my people, my people from madenas
Where you at dime-peices, fly
Lookin' so right my man is dying to 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
around me tryin' to play stuck-up
See me in a ride and say "what's up?"
I put my foot and the gas and they ass "tough luck"
I don't beef, I finish it
My enemies hearts
Before a rapper had dough, you
You a pathetic nigga, first it was and Pac
Now you of Jigga
You like a breast implant, 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 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
everybody know who the realest
Now it