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, which stands for brother,
to my grandmother.
I buck you in the just to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, on the flo',
it out of ya, bring it on.
I him back down, yo dope, word is bond.
I know you a piece 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 you out there, ripped you for your wear.
Jump inside your video, you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and hurt your pride 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 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 like a bid.
Movin' like 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.
step to a real man,
Cause rhymes only work on a playground program.
impress your little friends, bring you a little ends,
But you still you gotta ride in your 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 want to take me out, how many 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.
What you gotta with is real, made of steel.
You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', 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 your mouth, and my gallot.
your jaw breaks your gold 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, 'cause I birded.
Get your face out the bill, the thrill.
Carry a nine, put your on the bill.
The thought of you gettin' scared me on,
my first television with my backup tip hard.

So where's your mouth Where's your heart, shorty?
all over, cash 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, I wrote, is what I figure.
in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the trigger.
Put up women, your crib, your speakers,
Your dog, your cat, crate, your speakers,
sister, your aunt, your crew, your Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you mother 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 good to style, blow.
Livin' wild, when it's come to this I smile.

What did you from the lesson I just gave ya?
your momma, be on your best behavior.
It's 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',