Luyện nghe bài hát Hold His Own

Yo, yo
What,
bounce?
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 ain't a player, I just Tims
No need for gators, my feet swim
I'm in Reno, Nevada, sippin' a colada
How many can see Montanna?
This killin' and budgin'
Women love me in polo and rugbys
You can it or love it, imiatate it or dub it
Compared to us, 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, haven't even it
callin', since my days in the crib crawlin'
I plan to live
I live nike dunks, icey
A fly wifey I can
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 the start, get money to the end
What up with Did you see him?
Leanin' in the BM with the gleamin'

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

Yo, I rhymes for the flyest whips, finest chicks
And any rappin' nigga thinks he's as nice as this
See me chillin' in clubs with and thugs
wanna test this, we fill 'em with slugs
My jewlery gliestenin', rhymes sickenin'
Game Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening?
Pimps, I 'em, niggas, don't trust 'em
Snitches, don't want 'em in my
We in a tunnel, buyin' mo' by the
You know when we come through, get it
But dead? right, techs spit
I know where you my man was jessying your wife
I suggest you chill unless you ill to test the skill
That I niggas, for real
I'm the last of the mohecans, rhyme ill flow
Due to magazines, there's no
No to my flow 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 dying to 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 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 don't beef, I finish it
My enemies hearts
a rapper had dough, you didn't
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 dough Mr.
On Hot 97, or live at
I can ass-bend you and leave with 10 g's
Too real for you, what you dream I live and
Whoever wanna intervene, come on, get team
And I'm a show you who the
'Cause everybody who the realest
Now it