Luyện nghe bài hát How I Get Down

Before the dough came, my whole aim, was like propane
Control the domain, and then show no shame
Make rappers go [unverified] and so lame, playin' with no game
Put 'em on the lil plane 'til they claim no fame

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

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

Then I explain verses, that on the surface
At times it get deep, but I never the purpose
Never go out, to go the dough route, hold out
I never sold out, for any amount, no

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

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 like rap
Haters are mad 'cause they gave the R the mic

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

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

You the God ra be, hot as the Mojave
Swing like King Usabi, my be kamikaze
On the corners like I'm homeless and I, know where home is
The bonus, is the next open microphone is

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

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

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

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

When the night's fallin', I can the mic callin'
I like ballin', I cut back like Mic
This is for y'all while I'm spittin'
ball like Allen Iverson dribble the ball

They hopeless, approaches my high explosives
My vision sadicious, and ferocious
I wrote this, flew over my head like a locust
I turned the up, sat back, and stayed focused

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