Luyện nghe bài hát Hold His Own

Yo, yo
What,
Wanna
Come on, on
What,
Bounce,
Check it out

Yo, you see the I'm in, with BBS rims
Playing Lil' Kim's part off The
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
love me in polo jeans and rugbys
You can hate it or it, imiatate it or dub it
Compared to us, niggas nuttin'
It's funny how niggas get for frontin'
Glorifying crimes, and they ain't 'em
My split 'em like pimpin', Dom P sippin'
I'm not a baller, even lived it
Women callin', my days in the crib crawlin'
I to live enormous
I nike dunks, icey chunks
A fly wifey I can
Not that she wanna hesit me for re-up
I be, Iron 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 Cormega? Did you see
Leanin' in the BM the rim's gleamin'

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

Yo, I write rhymes for the whips, finest chicks
And any nigga that thinks he's as nice as this
See me chillin' in with women and thugs
Whoever wanna this, we fill 'em with slugs
My jewlery gliestenin', rhymes usually
like Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening?
Pimps, I 'em, niggas, don't trust 'em
Snitches, don't 'em in my shit
We in a tunnel, mo' by the bundle
You know we come through, get it right
But dead? right, techs spit
I know where you read my man was jessying wife
I suggest you chill unless you ill enough to 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, your people
We through seein' time, see-through
Nas off the meter, rhyme for the
wit' 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 cheap
it out

Yo, to the haters, lovers, baby mommys
Walk around me tryin' to play
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 hearts diminishin'
a rapper had dough, you didn't
You a pathetic nigga, it was Biggie and Pac
Now you jealous of
You a breast implant, fake on the inside
You nice, let's battle for 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, what you dream I live and
wanna intervene, come on, get your team
And I'm a you who the illest
everybody know who the realest
Now it