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 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 know you a piece of the champ,
But you too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp.
You thought I for the flip,
But I'm off hip-hop, clip after clip.
I kept you out there, ripped you for wear.
Jump inside your video, bust you 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, dead in your 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 album that I'm comin' 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.
rhymes 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.
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 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 goin' down.
My new album no joke.
You want to me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll slack again, I'm off the job like the mob.
Hey, no prob', solved, on the knob, make 'em soft, drob.
What you gotta deal with is real, of steel.
You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you, just a meal.
Take off clothes, and taste the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
up your mouth, and taste my gallot.
When jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall.
will come the monkey, banana clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) all over wit'.
Another O.D.'ed over my war hit.
The way I'm workin', and jerkin', and hurtin', converted.
get murdered, 'cause I waffle birded.
Get your out the bill, catch the thrill.
Carry a nine, put your on the bill.
The thought of you gettin' turns me on,
Like my first television with my tip hard.

So where's your kid? Where's your heart, shorty?
It's all over, cash chips in, crack a forty.
You look thirsty, you gettin' no mercy, mercy,
And ain't no way you can rehearse 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 your women, crib, your speakers,
Your dog, cat, your crate, your speakers,
Your sister, your aunt, crew, your Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you mother rappers who think 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 me, I gots to buck you in your head.
I pull file, click.
I know you're to style, blow.
Livin' wild, it's come to this I never smile.

What did you learn the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey momma, be on your best behavior.
never endin', and I am recommendin'
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',