Luyện nghe bài hát How I Get Down

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

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

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

I explain verses, that remain on the surface
At times it get deep, but I defeat the purpose
go out, to go the dough route, forever hold 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 start a party now everybody rap
Haters are mad they gave the R the mic back

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, snap a Israeli
A terrorist I never miss blowin' up kids

I to writers, and let my virus hurt the closest
I'm sick as hepatitis and than tuberculosis
Pull out a pen, a grenade, and drop it quick
I strike again and get paid, exotic shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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