Luyện nghe bài hát Hold His Own

Yo, yo
What,
Wanna
on, come on
What,
Bounce,
it out y'all

Yo, you see the Benz I'm in, BBS rims
Playing Kim's part off The Benjamins
I ain't a player, I just wear
No for gators, my feet can't swim
I'm in Reno, Nevada, sippin' a colada
How many can see Montanna?
This movie's and budgin'
Women love me in polo and rugbys
You can hate it or it, imiatate it or dub it
Compared to us, ain't nuttin'
It's funny how niggas get for frontin'
Glorifying crimes, and ain't done 'em
My split 'em like pimpin', Dom P sippin'
I'm not a baller, haven't lived it
Women callin', my days in the crib crawlin'
I plan to live
I live nike dunks, chunks
A fly I can trust
Not that she wanna hesit me for re-up
I might be, Iron Mike if you try to me
I say politely, tell it to a friend
Hard from the start, get to the end
up with Cormega? Did you see him?
Leanin' in the BM the rim's gleamin'

[Chorus - 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' that thinks he's as nice as this
See me chillin' in clubs with and thugs
wanna test this, we fill 'em with slugs
My gliestenin', rhymes usually sickenin'
like Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening?
Pimps, I bust 'em, niggas, don't 'em
Snitches, want 'em in my shit
We in a tunnel, buyin' mo' by the
You know we come through, get it right
But dead? right, spit nice
I know where you my man was jessying your wife
I suggest you chill unless you ill to test the skill
I possess niggas, for real
I'm the last of the mohecans, rhyme ill flow
Due to magazines, there's no
No sequel to my flow evil, deletin' people
We through seein' time, see-through
Nas off the meter, rhyme for the
Roll wit' overacheivers, my people, my people from
you at dime-peices, fly features?
Lookin' so my man is dying to meet ya
I know your baby dad just you sneakers
But I'm a keep it real, I ain't
it out

Yo, to the haters, lovers, thug 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 start beef, I finish it
My hearts diminishin'
Before a had dough, you didn't
You a pathetic nigga, 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 ass-bend you and still with 10 g's
Too for you, what 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