Luyện nghe bài hát How I Get Down

Before the dough came, my 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 plane 'til they 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 name grow out your brain like Romaine

by letter, I put words together
Once merged, never, they be heard forever
And then I a pen and stab him in his abdomen
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
go out, to go the dough route, forever hold out
I never out, for any amount, no doubt

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

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

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

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

You the God ra be, hot as the Mojave
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 next open is

Me and my team, vision like a screen
Intervene and yo, cut the mic off, 'cause Ra
To show the whole world 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 down on a track
I start a now everybody like rap
Haters are mad they gave the R the mic back

I do a thang thang, I the songs they sing
Make sure that they swing, from New York to
Put your thoughts in the and your brain is gangrene
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 now's beyond two-thou'
I knew how, since a juvenile, to make a

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

hopeless, whoever approaches my high explosives
My vision sadicious, and freestyle's
I wrote this, words flew over my head like a
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 down on a tight
I start a party now like rap
Haters are mad they gave the R the mic back