Luyện nghe bài hát How I'm Comin'

Boom, bash, up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn wet dream to fright night.
You can me R and B, homies, which 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 him back down, yo dope, word 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 bustin' off hip-hop, clip clip.
I you out there, ripped you for your wear.
Jump inside your video, bust you a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and hurt your I'll run it back,
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Click, click, boom, stop dead in tracks.
Stick the steel in 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 to your dome, kid.
I'm doin' time in the game a bid.
rhymes like a package.
So stigetty step up and get nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
step to a real man,
Cause your rhymes work on a playground program.
They impress your little friends, bring you a ends,
But you still you gotta ride in your benz.
to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya.
Gotta set you on fire, cause I ya.
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow.
(what,) uh, (what,) that's the way it's down.
My new album no joke.
You want to take me out, how many bunch ya
I'll never again, I'm off the job like the mob.
Hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, 'em soft, drob.
you gotta deal with is real, made of steel.
You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', you, just like a meal.
off your clothes, and taste the steel.

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

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

What did you learn the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey momma, be on your best behavior.
never endin', and I am recommendin'
You put your 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',