Luyện nghe bài hát How I'm Comin'

Boom, bash, up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for brother,
to my grandmother.
I you in the head just 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 couldn't it in my camp.
You I went for the flip,
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop, clip clip.
I you out there, ripped you for your 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, dead 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 I'm comin' 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.
Movin' rhymes 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 rhymes only work on a playground program.
They impress your little friends, you a little ends,
But you you gotta ride in your 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 it's down.
My new album no joke.
You want to take me out, how bunch ya smoke?
never slack again, I'm off the job like the mob.
Hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, 'em soft, drob.
What you deal with is real, made of steel.
You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', like an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', you, just like a meal.
Take off clothes, and taste the steel.

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

So where's your mouth Where's your heart, shorty?
It's all over, your chips in, crack a forty.
You thirsty, you ain't gettin' 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, in my tote, so I pull the trigger.
Put up your women, crib, your speakers,
dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers,
Your sister, your aunt, crew, your Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you mother rappers who that's too tough.
Bam, bam, a hit you wish you had.
A hit that makes you mad, a hit makes you slap your dad.
Dead, dead, dead, kill, dead, kill, dead.
Try to me, I gots to buck you in your head.
I pull file, click.
I know you're to style, blow.
Livin' wild, when it's to this I never smile.

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