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 me R and B, homies, which 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 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 I went for the flip,
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop, after clip.
I kept you out there, ripped you for wear.
Jump inside video, bust you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and hurt your 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 album that I'm comin' with is rough, the 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 stigetty step up and get nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
Never to a real man,
Cause your only work on a playground program.
They impress little friends, bring you a little ends,
But you still you gotta in your man's benz.
Word to hip-hop, I'm a ya.
Gotta set you on fire, cause I ya.
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow.
(what,) uh, (what,) that's the way it's down.
My new ain't no joke.
You want to take me out, how many bunch ya
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 deal with is real, of steel.
You can it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' 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 jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall.
Down will come the monkey, 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.
Non-believers get murdered, 'cause I 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 television with my backup 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 ain't no mercy, mercy,
And ain't no way that you can 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 your women, your crib, 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 your dad.
Dead, dead, dead, kill, dead, kill, dead.
Try to me, I gots to buck you in your head.
I your file, click.
I you're good to style, blow.
Livin' wild, when it's come to this I smile.

What did you learn from the I just gave ya?
Obey momma, be on your best behavior.
It's endin', and I am recommendin'
You put name as Brendan.
I see y'all is
The message I'm sendin'.
Is there no pretendin'?
Get in the trunk, buy the album, I'm endin'.

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