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 call me R and B, homies, stands for rough brother,
to my grandmother.
I you in the head 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 you want a piece of the champ,
But you roll too weak, you make it in my camp.
You I went for the flip,
But I'm off hip-hop, clip after 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 pride 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 I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
Fourteen shots to dome, kid.
I'm doin' in the game like a bid.
rhymes 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 on a playground program.
They impress your little friends, bring you a ends,
But you still you gotta ride in your benz.
Word to hip-hop, I'm a ya.
Gotta set you on fire, 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 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', flowin' an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you, like a meal.
Take off clothes, and taste the steel.

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

So where's your mouth kid? Where's your heart,
It's all over, cash your chips in, a forty.
You look thirsty, you gettin' no mercy, mercy,
And no way that you can rehearse for me.
Murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is I figure.
in my tote, it's 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 mother who think that's too tough.
Bam, bam, here's a hit you you had.
A hit makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad.
Dead, dead, dead, kill, dead, kill, dead.
Try to battle me, I gots to 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 learn from the I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on your behavior.
It's never endin', and I am
You put name as Brendan.
I see y'all is
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',