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, which 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 want a of the champ,
But you roll too weak, you couldn't it in my camp.
You thought I for the flip,
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop, after clip.
I kept you out there, you for your wear.
inside your 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, stop in your tracks.
the steel 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' with is rough, the mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
Fourteen to your dome, kid.
I'm doin' time in the game a bid.
Movin' like a package.
So step 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 work on a program.
They impress your little friends, you a little ends,
But you still you gotta 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,) the way it's goin' down.
My new album no joke.
You to take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll never again, I'm off the job like the mob.
Hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, '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, just 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 gold teeth will fall.
will come the monkey, banana clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) it's all wit'.
plan O.D.'ed over my war hit.
The way I'm workin', and jerkin', and hurtin', converted.
get murdered, 'cause I waffle birded.
Get your face out the bill, the thrill.
Carry a nine, put hootchies on the bill.
The thought of you scared turns me on,
Like my first with my backup tip hard.

So your mouth kid? Where's your 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.
It's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I the trigger.
Put up your women, crib, your speakers,
Your dog, cat, your crate, your speakers,
sister, your aunt, your crew, your 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 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 you're good to style, blow.
wild, when it's come to this I never smile.

What did you learn from the I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on your behavior.
It's never endin', and I am
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',