Luyện nghe bài hát How I Get Down

Before the dough came, my whole aim, was like propane
Control the domain, and then show no shame
Make rappers go [unverified] and so lame, playin' with no game
Put 'em on the lil plane 'til they can't 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 rearrange whole frame
my whole name grow out your brain like Romaine

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

Then I explain verses, that on the surface
At times it get deep, but I never defeat the
Never go out, to go the dough route, forever out
I sold out, for any amount, no doubt

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

That's how I get down, so 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 'cause they the R the mic back

I like to hang where e'rythang seem to at
(Y'know?)
It's Ra's habitat, I'm like that 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 the closest
I'm as hepatitis and worse than tuberculosis
Pull out a pen, a grenade, and drop it quick
I strike again and I'ma get paid, exotic

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

Me and my team, vision a radar screen
and yo, cut the mic off, 'cause Ra fiend
To show the whole world some of the I seen
blow it up, like Edi Amin, yaknahmean?

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
are mad 'cause they gave the R the mic back

I do a thang thang, I write the songs sing
Make sure 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
Copy machine, couldn't reprint my
My new style, that I produce now's two-thou'
I knew how, since a juvenile, to make a

When the fallin', I can hear the mic callin'
I like ballin', I cut back like Mic
This is for while I'm spittin' literatures
Lyrics'll ball Allen Iverson dribble the ball

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

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 everybody rap
Haters are mad 'cause gave the R the mic back