Luyện nghe bài hát How I'm Comin'

Boom, bash, up, I set it off right.
around, and turn your wet dream to fright 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 down, yo dope, word is bond.
I know you a piece of the champ,
But you too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp.
You thought I for the flip,
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop, clip clip.
I you out there, ripped you for your wear.
Jump your video, bust you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and hurt your pride run it back,
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Click, click, boom, dead 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 with is rough, the flavor's mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
Fourteen shots to dome, kid.
I'm doin' time in the game a bid.
Movin' like a package.
So stigetty up and get your 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 only on a playground program.
impress your little friends, bring you a little ends,
But you still you gotta ride in man's 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 goin' down.
My new album no joke.
You want to take me out, how many ya smoke?
never slack again, I'm off the job like the mob.
Hey, no prob', solved, on the knob, make 'em soft, drob.
you gotta deal with is real, made of steel.
You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', like an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you, like a meal.
Take off your clothes, and the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
up your mouth, and taste my gallot.
When your jaw breaks your teeth will fall.
Down will 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 out the bill, catch the thrill.
Carry a nine, put hootchies on the bill.
The thought of you scared turns me on,
my first television with my backup tip hard.

So your mouth kid? Where's your heart, shorty?
It's all over, cash your chips in, a forty.
You look thirsty, you ain't no mercy, mercy,
And no way that you can rehearse for me.
I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure.
It's in my tote, in my tote, so I pull the trigger.
Put up women, your crib, your speakers,
dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers,
Your sister, your aunt, crew, your Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you rappers who think that's too tough.
Bam, bam, here's a hit you you had.
A hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap dad.
Dead, dead, dead, kill, dead, kill, dead.
Try to battle me, I gots to you in your head.
I your file, click.
I know you're to style, blow.
Livin' wild, 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 endin', and I am recommendin'
You put name as Brendan.
I see y'all is
The that 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',