Luyện nghe bài hát How I'm Comin'

Boom, bash, up, I set it off right.
around, and turn your 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',
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 roll too weak, you 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 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 steel in 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' in the game 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 rhymes only work on a playground program.
They your little friends, bring you a little 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,) that's the way it's down.
My new ain't no joke.
You to take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll never again, I'm off the job like the mob.
Hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, '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', servin' you, like a meal.
off your 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 teeth fall.
Down will come the monkey, clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) it's all 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 your face out the bill, the thrill.
a nine, put your hootchies on the bill.
The thought of you gettin' scared me on,
Like my first television my backup tip hard.

So where's your kid? Where's your heart, shorty?
It's all over, cash your in, crack a forty.
You look thirsty, you 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, in my tote, so I pull the trigger.
Put up women, your crib, your speakers,
Your dog, your cat, your crate, speakers,
sister, your aunt, your 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 makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap dad.
Dead, dead, dead, kill, dead, kill, dead.
Try to battle me, I gots to buck you in head.
I your file, click.
I know good to style, blow.
Livin' wild, when it's come to I never smile.

What did you from the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on best behavior.
It's never endin', and I am
You put name as Brendan.
I see is blendin'
The that 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',