Luyện nghe bài hát How I'm Comin'

Boom, bash, up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to night.
You can call me R and B, homies, stands for rough brother,
to my grandmother.
I buck you in the just to let ya know.
you for ya dough, spit on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, it on.
I smack him back down, yo dope, is bond.
I know you a piece of the champ,
But you roll too weak, you couldn't it in my camp.
You I went for the flip,
But I'm off hip-hop, clip after clip.
I kept you out there, you for your wear.
Jump inside your video, bust you a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back,
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Click, click, boom, stop in your tracks.
Stick the in your mouth,
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, out.

(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin',
(I'm comin'.)
is how I'm comin'.

The album that I'm comin' is rough, the flavor's mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
Fourteen shots to dome, kid.
I'm doin' in the game like a bid.
Movin' rhymes a package.
So stigetty step up and get your damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
step to a real man,
Cause your rhymes only work on a program.
They impress your little friends, bring you a ends,
But you still you ride in your man's benz.
to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya.
Gotta set you on fire, I gassed ya.
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow.
(what,) uh, (what,) that's the way it's down.
My new ain't no joke.
You want to me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll never slack again, I'm off the job the mob.
Hey, no prob', solved, on the knob, make 'em soft, drob.
What you gotta with is real, made of steel.
You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', like an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you, like a meal.
off your clothes, and taste the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
Open up your mouth, and my gallot.
When your jaw breaks your gold will fall.
will come the monkey, banana clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) all over wit'.
plan O.D.'ed over my war hit.
The way I'm workin', and jerkin', and hurtin', converted.
Non-believers get murdered, I waffle birded.
Get your face out the bill, the thrill.
Carry a nine, put your on the bill.
The thought of you gettin' scared me on,
Like my first television with my tip hard.

So where's your mouth kid? Where's heart, shorty?
all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty.
You look thirsty, you ain't no mercy, mercy,
And no way that you can rehearse for me.
Murder I wrote, I wrote, is what I figure.
in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the trigger.
Put up women, your crib, your speakers,
Your dog, cat, your crate, your speakers,
Your sister, aunt, your crew, your Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you mother rappers who think too tough.
Bam, bam, here's a hit you you had.
A hit that makes you mad, a hit that you slap your dad.
Dead, dead, dead, kill, dead, kill, dead.
Try to battle me, I gots to you in your head.
I pull file, click.
I know you're to style, blow.
wild, when it's come to this I never smile.

What did you from the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on your behavior.
It's never endin', and I am
You put name as Brendan.
I see is blendin'
The message I'm sendin'.
Is ain't no pretendin'?
Get in the trunk, buy the album, I'm endin'.

is how I'm comin'.
How ya comin',