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 they so lame, playin' with no
Put 'em on the lil plane 'til they can't no fame

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

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

I explain verses, that 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 sold out, for any amount, no

That's how I get down, so tell me how you that
I hit the town, hold it down on a track
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 they gave the R the mic

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

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

You the God ra be, hot as the Mojave
Swing like King Usabi, my be kamikaze
On the corners like I'm homeless and I, don't 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 some 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 'cause they the R the mic back

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

Xerox, zero, no match, you
machine, couldn't reprint my [unverified]
My new style, that I produce beyond two-thou'
I knew how, since a juvenile, to a ka-pow

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

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

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