Luyện nghe bài hát How I'm Comin'

Boom, bash, up, I set it off right.
Look around, and your wet dream to fright night.
You can me R and B, homies, which 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',
Drag it out of ya, it on.
I smack him back down, yo dope, is bond.
I know you a piece of the champ,
But you roll too weak, you couldn't it in my camp.
You I went for the flip,
But I'm off hip-hop, clip after clip.
I you out there, ripped 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.
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' with is rough, the 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 work on a playground program.
They your little friends, bring you a little 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 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', flowin' an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you, like a meal.
Take off clothes, and taste the steel.

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

So your mouth kid? Where's your heart, shorty?
It's all over, your chips in, crack a forty.
You look thirsty, you ain't no mercy, mercy,
And no way that you can rehearse 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 your women, your crib, speakers,
Your dog, your cat, your crate, speakers,
Your sister, your aunt, crew, your Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you rappers who think that's too tough.
Bam, bam, a hit you wish you had.
A hit that makes you mad, a hit that you slap your 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.
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 best behavior.
It's never endin', and I am
You put name as Brendan.
I see is blendin'
The message 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',