Luyện nghe bài hát How I'm Comin'

Boom, bash, up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for 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 know you want a 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 your video, you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to it worse and hurt 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 album that I'm with is rough, the flavor's mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
Fourteen shots to dome, kid.
I'm doin' time in the game a bid.
rhymes like a package.
So stigetty up and get your nostrils 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 your little friends, bring you a ends,
But you still you 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 many bunch ya
I'll never again, I'm off the job like the mob.
Hey, no prob', solved, on the knob, make 'em soft, drob.
What you gotta deal is real, made of steel.
You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', like 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 gold will fall.
will come the monkey, banana clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) all over wit'.
plan 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 face out the bill, the thrill.
Carry a nine, put hootchies on the bill.
The of you gettin' scared turns me on,
Like my television with my backup tip hard.

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

What did you from the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on best behavior.
It's endin', and I am recommendin'
You put your 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',