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 call me R and B, homies, stands for rough brother,
to my grandmother.
I buck you in the head to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, on the flo',
it out of ya, bring 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 bustin' off hip-hop, after clip.
I kept you out there, you for your wear.
Jump inside your video, bust you a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and hurt your I'll run it back,
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Click, click, boom, stop 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 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 nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
Never step to a man,
Cause your rhymes work on a playground program.
They your little friends, bring you a little ends,
But you still you gotta in your man's benz.
Word to hip-hop, I'm a ya.
set you on fire, cause 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 with is real, made of steel.
You can it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you, just a meal.
Take off your clothes, and the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
Open up mouth, and taste my gallot.
When your jaw breaks your teeth will 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.
Non-believers get murdered, I waffle birded.
Get your face out the bill, the thrill.
Carry a nine, put hootchies on the bill.
The thought of you scared turns me on,
Like my television with my backup tip hard.

So where's mouth kid? Where's your heart, shorty?
all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty.
You thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy, mercy,
And no way that 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, crate, your speakers,
Your sister, aunt, your crew, your Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you mother who think 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 from the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on your behavior.
It's endin', and I am recommendin'
You put your as Brendan.
I see y'all is
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',