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, which stands for brother,
to my grandmother.
I buck you in the just to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, it on.
I smack him back down, yo dope, is bond.
I you want 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, 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 I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
Fourteen to your dome, kid.
I'm time in the game like a bid.
Movin' 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 only work on a program.
impress your little 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 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', you, just like a meal.
off your clothes, and taste the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
up your mouth, and taste my gallot.
When your jaw breaks gold teeth will fall.
Down come 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.
get murdered, 'cause I waffle birded.
Get face out the bill, catch the thrill.
Carry a nine, put your on the bill.
The thought of you scared turns me on,
Like my first television with my tip hard.

So where's your 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.
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, your cat, crate, your speakers,
Your sister, your aunt, 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 makes you slap dad.
Dead, dead, dead, kill, dead, kill, dead.
Try to battle me, I to buck you in your head.
I your file, click.
I know good to style, blow.
Livin' wild, it's come to this I never smile.

What did you learn from the lesson I gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on best behavior.
never endin', and I am recommendin'
You put your as Brendan.
I see is blendin'
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',