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

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

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

Then I explain verses, 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 out, for any amount, no doubt

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

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

I step to writers, and let my hurt the closest
I'm as hepatitis and worse than tuberculosis
Pull out a pen, like a grenade, and drop it
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 open microphone is

Me and my team, vision a radar screen
and yo, cut the mic off, 'cause Ra fiend
To show the whole 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 now everybody like rap
Haters are mad 'cause gave the R the mic back

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

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

When the night's fallin', I can hear the mic
I like ballin', I cut back like Mic
This is for y'all I'm spittin' literatures
Lyrics'll ball 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 the beat up, sat back, and stayed focused

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 they gave the R the mic back