Luyện nghe bài hát How I Get Down

Before the dough came, my whole aim, was blow like
the whole domain, and then show no shame
Make go [unverified] and they 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 lane
I make the flow change hurricanes to a slow rain
thoughts are so plane, I rearrange your whole frame
Until my whole name grow out brain like Romaine

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

Then I explain verses, remain on the surface
At it get deep, but I never defeat the purpose
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, it down on a tight track
I start a party now like rap
Haters are mad 'cause they the R the mic back

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

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

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

You the God ra be, hot as the Mojave
Swing like Usabi, my posse be kamikaze
On the corners like I'm homeless and I, know where home is
The bonus, is where the next open 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 I seen
Then blow it up, like Edi Amin,

That's how I get down, so me how you like that
I hit the town, hold it down on a tight
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 that they swing, from New 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 now's beyond two-thou'
I knew how, since a juvenile, to make a

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

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

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 the R the mic back