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
Playing Lil' Kim's off The Benjamins
I a player, I just wear Tims
No for gators, my feet can't swim
I'm in Reno, Nevada, a pena colada
How many can see Montanna?
movie's killin' and budgin'
Women love me in polo and rugbys
You can hate it or it, imiatate it or dub it
Compared to us, niggas nuttin'
It's funny how get paid for frontin'
Glorifying crimes, and ain't done 'em
My split 'em like 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, icey
A fly wifey I can
Not that she gon' wanna me for re-up
I might be, Iron if you try to entice me
I say this politely, 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

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

Yo, I write rhymes for the whips, finest chicks
And any rappin' nigga that thinks he's as nice as
See me chillin' in clubs women and thugs
wanna test this, we fill 'em with slugs
My jewlery gliestenin', rhymes usually
Game like Fab 5 at Michigan, you
Pimps, I bust 'em, niggas, trust 'em
Snitches, don't want 'em in my
We in a tunnel, buyin' mo' by the
You when we come through, get it right
But right, techs spit nice
I know where you read my man was your wife
I suggest you chill you ill enough to test the skill
That I niggas, for real
I'm the last of the mohecans, rhyme ill lethal
Due to magazines, there's no
No sequel to my evil, deletin' your people
We through seein' time, see-through
Nas off the meter, for the Beamers
Roll wit' overacheivers, my people, my people from
Where you at dime-peices, fly
Lookin' so right my man is to meet ya
I know your baby dad just you sneakers
But I'm a keep it real, I cheap
it out

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