Luyện nghe bài hát How I Get Down

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

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

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

Then I verses, that remain on the surface
At it get deep, but I never defeat the purpose
Never go out, to go the 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 down on a tight
I start a party now like rap
Haters are mad 'cause they 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 now everybody like rap
Haters are mad 'cause 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 a gat, snap like a Israeli
A terrorist I never miss up kids daily

I step to writers, and let my virus hurt the
I'm sick as hepatitis and worse than
out a pen, like 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 be kamikaze
On the corners like I'm and I, don't know where home is
The bonus, is the next 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 things I
Then blow it up, Edi Amin, yaknahmean?

That's how I get down, so tell me how you 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 write the they sing
Make sure they swing, from New York to Beijing
Put your thoughts in the sling and your brain is
Pull in the ring, and sayin' the same thing

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 like Mic Jordan
is for y'all while I'm spittin' literatures
Lyrics'll ball like Allen Iverson the ball

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

how I get down, so tell 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 'cause they gave the R the mic