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, which for rough 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 down, yo dope, word is bond.
I know you want a of the champ,
But you too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp.
You I went for the flip,
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop, clip clip.
I kept you out there, ripped you for wear.
inside your 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.
the steel 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' time in the like 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 to a real man,
Cause your rhymes only work on a program.
They impress little friends, bring you a little ends,
But you still you gotta ride in 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 many bunch ya
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', you, just like a meal.
off your clothes, and taste the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
Open up your mouth, and my gallot.
When your jaw breaks your teeth will fall.
Down come the monkey, banana clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) all over wit'.
Another plan O.D.'ed 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 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 thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy, mercy,
And ain't no way that you can for me.
Murder I wrote, I wrote, is what I figure.
It's in my tote, in my tote, so I pull the trigger.
Put up your women, your crib, speakers,
dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers,
Your sister, aunt, your crew, your Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you rappers 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 to buck you in your head.
I pull file, click.
I you're good to style, blow.
wild, when it's come to this I never smile.

What did you learn the lesson I just gave ya?
your momma, be on your best 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',