Luyện nghe bài hát How I Get Down

Before the came, my whole aim, was blow like propane
Control the domain, and then show no shame
Make rappers go [unverified] and they so lame, with no game
Put 'em on the lil 'til they can't claim no fame

I got, the range, better, in the slow lane
I make the flow from hurricanes to a slow rain
Your thoughts are so plane, I rearrange whole frame
Until my whole name grow out your brain like

Letter by letter, I put words
Once merged, never, they be heard forever
And then I grab a pen and stab him in his
And him in, throw his mic like a javelin

Then I explain verses, remain on the surface
At times it get deep, but I never defeat the
Never go out, to go the dough route, forever out
I sold out, for any amount, no doubt

That's how I get down, so me how you like that
I hit the town, hold it on a tight track
I start a party now everybody rap
Haters are mad 'cause gave the R the mic back

That's how I get down, so tell me how you that
I hit the town, hold it on a tight track
I a party now everybody like rap
Haters are mad 'cause they the R the mic back

I to hang where e'rythang seem to happen at
(Y'know?)
Ra's habitat, I'm like that czar Arafat
And yes I have a gat, snap like a
A I never miss blowin' up kids daily

I step to writers, and let my virus the closest
I'm sick as hepatitis and worse tuberculosis
Pull out a pen, like a grenade, and drop it
I strike and I'ma get paid, exotic shit

You know the God ra be, hot as the
Swing like King Usabi, my posse be
On the like I'm homeless and I, don't know where home is
The bonus, is where the open microphone is

Me and my team, vision like a screen
and yo, cut the mic off, 'cause Ra fiend
To show the whole world some of the things I
blow it up, like Edi Amin, yaknahmean?

That's how I get down, so tell me how you like
I hit the town, hold it down on a tight
I start a now everybody like rap
Haters are mad 'cause they the R the mic back

I do a thang, I write the songs they sing
Make sure that they swing, New York to Beijing
Put your thoughts in the sling and your brain is
Pull in the ring, repeatin' and sayin' the same

Xerox, zero, no match, you
Copy machine, couldn't reprint my
My new style, that I produce now's beyond
I knew how, since a juvenile, to a ka-pow

When the fallin', I can hear the mic callin'
I ballin', I cut back like Mic Jordan
This is for y'all while I'm literatures
Lyrics'll like Allen Iverson dribble the ball

They hopeless, whoever approaches my high
My sadicious, and freestyle's ferocious
I wrote this, words flew over my head a locust
I turned the beat up, sat back, and stayed

That's how I get down, so tell me how you like
I hit the town, hold it down on a tight
I start a party now everybody rap
Haters are mad 'cause they the R the mic back