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 me R and B, homies, which stands for rough brother,
to my grandmother.
I buck you in the head 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 you want a piece 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.
Jump inside video, bust you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and your pride I'll run it back,
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Click, click, boom, stop dead in 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 that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
shots to your dome, kid.
I'm doin' in the game like 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.
Never step to a man,
your rhymes only work on a playground program.
They impress your friends, bring you a little ends,
But you you gotta ride in your man's benz.
to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya.
Gotta set you on fire, I gassed ya.
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow.
(what,) uh, (what,) the way it's goin' down.
My new album no joke.
You want to take me out, how bunch ya smoke?
I'll slack 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 it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', you, just like a meal.
Take off your clothes, and the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
Open up your mouth, and 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'.
Another plan O.D.'ed my war hit.
The way I'm workin', and jerkin', and hurtin', converted.
Non-believers get murdered, 'cause I birded.
Get face out the bill, catch the thrill.
Carry a nine, put your on the bill.
The of you gettin' scared turns me on,
Like my first television with my tip hard.

So where's mouth kid? Where's your heart, shorty?
It's all over, your chips in, crack 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, it's in my tote, so I the trigger.
Put up women, your crib, your speakers,
Your dog, cat, your crate, your speakers,
Your sister, aunt, your 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 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 buck you in head.
I pull file, click.
I know you're to style, blow.
wild, when it's come to this I never smile.

What did you learn the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on best behavior.
It's never endin', and I am
You put your as Brendan.
I see y'all is
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',