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, 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 back down, yo dope, is bond.
I know you want a of the champ,
But you roll too weak, you couldn't it in my camp.
You thought I for the flip,
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop, after 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 it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back,
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Click, click, boom, stop in your 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 comin' with is rough, the mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
Fourteen shots to dome, kid.
I'm doin' in the game like a bid.
rhymes like a package.
So step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
Never step to a man,
Cause your only work on a playground program.
They impress your little friends, you a little ends,
But you still you gotta in your man's benz.
Word to hip-hop, I'm a ya.
Gotta set you on fire, I gassed 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', many solved, on the knob, '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', servin' you, 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 your gold teeth will fall.
will 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.
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 your mouth kid? Where's heart, shorty?
It's all over, cash your in, crack a forty.
You look thirsty, you ain't no mercy, mercy,
And ain't no way that you can for me.
Murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is I figure.
It's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I the trigger.
Put up women, your crib, your speakers,
Your dog, your cat, your crate, 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 gots to you in your head.
I your file, click.
I know you're to style, blow.
Livin' wild, when it's come to I never smile.

What did you learn the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on best behavior.
never endin', and I am recommendin'
You put name as Brendan.
I see y'all is
The message I'm sendin'.
Is there ain't no
Get in the trunk, buy the album, I'm endin'.

is how I'm comin'.
How ya comin',