Luyện nghe bài hát How I Get Down

Before the came, my whole aim, was blow like propane
Control the whole domain, and show no shame
Make go [unverified] and they so lame, playin' with no game
Put 'em on the lil plane 'til they claim no fame

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

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

Then I explain verses, that 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 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 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 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 like czar Arafat
And yes I have a gat, snap like a
A terrorist I never blowin' up kids daily

I step to writers, and let my virus hurt the
I'm sick as hepatitis and than tuberculosis
out a pen, like a grenade, and drop it quick
I again and I'ma get paid, exotic shit

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

Me and my team, vision a radar screen
Intervene and yo, cut the mic off, Ra fiend
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 down on a tight
I start a now everybody like rap
Haters are mad 'cause gave the R the mic back

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

Xerox, zero, no match, you
Copy machine, reprint my [unverified]
My new style, I produce now's beyond two-thou'
I knew how, a juvenile, to make a ka-pow

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
ball like Allen Iverson dribble the ball

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

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