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
rappers go [unverified] and they so lame, playin' with no game
Put 'em on the lil plane 'til can't claim no fame

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

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

Then I 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 never sold out, for any amount, no

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 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 on a tight track
I a party now everybody like rap
Haters are mad 'cause they the R the mic back

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

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

You know the God ra be, hot as the
Swing like Usabi, my posse be kamikaze
On the corners I'm homeless and I, don't know where home is
The bonus, is where the 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 it up, like Edi Amin, yaknahmean?

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 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 sling and brain is gangrene
Pull in the ring, repeatin' and sayin' the same

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

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

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

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
Haters are mad 'cause gave the R the mic back