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 niggas can see
movie's killin' and budgin'
Women love me in polo and rugbys
You can hate it or love it, it or dub it
Compared to us, niggas nuttin'
It's how niggas get paid for frontin'
Glorifying crimes, and they done 'em
My rhymes'll 'em like pimpin', Dom P sippin'
I'm not a baller, haven't even it
Women callin', since my days in the crawlin'
I to live enormous
I live dunks, icey chunks
A fly I can trust
Not she gon' wanna hesit me for re-up
I might be, Iron if you try to entice me
I say this politely, it to a friend
Hard the start, get money to the end
What up with Cormega? Did you see
Leanin' in the BM with the gleamin'

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

Yo, I write rhymes for the whips, finest chicks
And any rappin' nigga that he's as nice as this
See me chillin' in clubs women and thugs
Whoever wanna test this, we fill 'em slugs
My gliestenin', rhymes usually sickenin'
Game like Fab 5 at Michigan, you
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 through, get it right
But dead? right, spit nice
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 last of the mohecans, rhyme ill flow
Due to magazines, no equal
No sequel to my flow evil, deletin' people
We through seein' time, you're
Nas off the meter, for the Beamers
Roll wit' overacheivers, my people, my from madenas
Where you at dime-peices, fly
Lookin' so right my man is to meet ya
I know your baby dad just buying you
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 enemies diminishin'
Before a rapper had dough, you
You a pathetic nigga, first it was and Pac
Now you of Jigga
You like a 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 leave 10 g's
Too real for you, what you dream I and breath
Whoever wanna intervene, come on, get your
And I'm a show you who the
'Cause everybody know who the
Now it