Luyện nghe bài hát How I Get Down

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

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

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

Then I verses, that 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 never out, for any amount, no doubt

That's how I get down, so tell me how you 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

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 now everybody like rap
Haters are mad 'cause gave the R the mic back

I like to hang where seem to happen at
(Y'know?)
It's habitat, I'm like that czar Arafat
And yes I have a gat, snap a Israeli
A terrorist I never 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 again and I'ma get paid, shit

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

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

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 everybody rap
are mad 'cause they gave the R the mic back

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

Xerox, zero, no match, you
Copy machine, reprint my [unverified]
My new style, that I produce beyond two-thou'
I knew how, a juvenile, to make a ka-pow

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

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

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