Luyện nghe bài hát How I Get Down

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

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 your whole frame
Until my whole name out your brain like Romaine

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

Then I explain verses, that remain on the
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 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

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 party now like rap
Haters are mad 'cause they the R the mic back

I like to hang where e'rythang seem to at
(Y'know?)
Ra's habitat, I'm like that czar Arafat
And yes I a gat, snap 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 than
Pull out a pen, a grenade, and drop it quick
I strike again and get paid, exotic shit

You the God ra be, hot as the Mojave
like King 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
and yo, cut the mic off, 'cause Ra fiend
To show the whole some of the things I seen
Then blow it up, like Edi Amin,

That's how I get down, so me how you like that
I hit the town, hold it down on a tight
I a party now everybody like rap
Haters are mad 'cause they the R the mic back

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

Xerox, zero, no match, you
Copy machine, couldn't reprint my
My new style, I produce 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 back like Mic
This is for y'all while I'm literatures
Lyrics'll ball like Allen Iverson dribble the

They hopeless, whoever my high explosives
My sadicious, and freestyle's ferocious
I wrote this, words flew over my like a locust
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 down on a tight
I a party now everybody like rap
Haters are mad 'cause gave the R the mic back