Luyện nghe bài hát How I'm Comin'

Boom, bash, up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet 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.
you for ya dough, spit on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, it on.
I smack him back down, yo dope, is bond.
I you want 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, clip clip.
I kept you out there, you for your wear.
Jump your video, bust you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and hurt pride I'll run it back,
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Click, click, boom, dead 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' is rough, the flavor's mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
Fourteen to your dome, kid.
I'm doin' time in the game a bid.
Movin' 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.
step to a real man,
Cause rhymes only work on a playground program.
They impress little friends, bring you a little ends,
But you still you 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 to take me out, how many 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', 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 mouth, and taste my gallot.
When jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall.
Down come the monkey, banana 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 face out the bill, catch the thrill.
Carry a nine, put hootchies on the bill.
The thought of you gettin' scared me on,
Like my television with my backup tip hard.

So where's your mouth Where's your heart, shorty?
It's all over, cash your chips in, a forty.
You thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy, mercy,
And ain't no way you can rehearse 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, your crib, speakers,
Your dog, your cat, your crate, speakers,
Your sister, your aunt, your crew, Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you mother rappers who 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 buck you in head.
I your file, click.
I know good to style, blow.
Livin' wild, it's come to this I never smile.

did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey momma, be on your best 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',