Luyện nghe bài hát How I Get Down

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

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

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

Then I verses, that remain on the surface
At times it get deep, but I never defeat the
Never go out, to go the route, forever hold out
I sold out, for any amount, no doubt

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 everybody rap
Haters are mad they gave the R the mic back

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
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 that czar Arafat
And yes I have a gat, like a Israeli
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, a grenade, and drop it quick
I strike again and I'ma get paid, exotic

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

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

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

I do a thang thang, I the songs they sing
sure that they swing, from New York to Beijing
Put thoughts in the sling and your brain 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 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 y'all while I'm literatures
Lyrics'll ball like Allen Iverson the ball

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

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