Luyện nghe bài hát How I'm Comin'

Boom, bash, up, I set it off right.
Look around, and 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 head to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, it on.
I smack him down, yo dope, word is bond.
I know you want a 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 video, bust you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it and hurt your pride I'll run it back,
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Click, click, boom, dead in your 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 I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
Fourteen to your 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 on a playground program.
They impress your friends, bring you a little ends,
But you you gotta ride in your man's benz.
Word to hip-hop, I'm a ya.
set you on fire, cause I gassed 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 bunch ya smoke?
I'll never slack again, I'm off the job the mob.
Hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, 'em soft, drob.
What you gotta deal with is real, of steel.
You can it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', you, just like a meal.
Take off clothes, and taste the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
Open up your mouth, and my gallot.
When jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall.
Down will come the monkey, 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.
Carry a nine, put your on the bill.
The thought of you gettin' 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 your women, crib, your speakers,
Your dog, your cat, crate, your speakers,
Your sister, aunt, your crew, your Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you mother rappers who think too tough.
Bam, bam, a hit you wish you had.
A hit that you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad.
Dead, dead, dead, kill, dead, kill, dead.
Try to battle me, I to buck you in your head.
I pull file, click.
I know good to style, blow.
Livin' wild, when come to this I never smile.

What did you from the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on best behavior.
It's endin', and I am recommendin'
You put name as Brendan.
I see is blendin'
The that I'm sendin'.
Is there ain't no
Get in the trunk, buy the album, I'm endin'.

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