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 you in the head just to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, on the flo',
it out of ya, bring it on.
I him back down, yo dope, word is bond.
I know you 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 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 hurt pride I'll run it back,
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Click, click, boom, dead 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 that I'm comin' with is rough, the mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
shots to your dome, kid.
I'm doin' time in the game a bid.
Movin' rhymes a package.
So stigetty step up and get your 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 little 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, cause I ya.
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow.
(what,) uh, (what,) that's the way it's down.
My new album no joke.
You to take me out, how many 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 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.
up your mouth, and taste my gallot.
When your jaw breaks your gold will fall.
Down will 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.
Non-believers get murdered, I waffle birded.
Get your face out the bill, the thrill.
a nine, put your hootchies on the bill.
The thought of you scared turns me on,
Like my first television my backup tip hard.

So your mouth kid? Where's your heart, shorty?
It's all over, your chips in, crack a forty.
You look thirsty, you gettin' no mercy, mercy,
And ain't no way that you can 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,
dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers,
Your sister, aunt, your crew, your Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you mother rappers who that's too tough.
Bam, bam, a hit you wish 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 your file, click.
I know 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 momma, be on your best behavior.
It's endin', and I am recommendin'
You put name as Brendan.
I see is blendin'
The message 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',