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 a piece of the champ,
But you too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp.
You I went for the flip,
But I'm off hip-hop, clip after clip.
I kept you out there, ripped you for wear.
Jump inside your video, 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.
the steel 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 shots to dome, kid.
I'm doin' time in the game a bid.
Movin' like a package.
So stigetty step up and get your damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
Never to a real man,
Cause your rhymes only work on a program.
impress your little friends, bring 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, I gassed ya.
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow.
(what,) uh, (what,) that's the way it's down.
My new ain't no joke.
You want to take me out, how many 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 it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you, just a meal.
Take off clothes, and taste the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
Open up your mouth, and 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 O.D.'ed over my war hit.
The way I'm workin', and jerkin', and hurtin', converted.
Non-believers get murdered, 'cause I birded.
Get your out the bill, catch the thrill.
a nine, put your hootchies on the bill.
The of you gettin' scared turns me on,
Like my television with my backup tip hard.

So where's your mouth kid? Where's your heart,
It's all over, cash your in, crack a forty.
You look thirsty, you gettin' no mercy, mercy,
And no way that you can rehearse 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 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 think too tough.
Bam, bam, here's a hit you you had.
A hit that you mad, a hit that 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 come to I never smile.

What did you learn from the lesson I gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on best behavior.
It's endin', and I am recommendin'
You put your as Brendan.
I see is blendin'
The that 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',