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 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 you want 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 bustin' off hip-hop, 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 dead in 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 to your dome, kid.
I'm doin' in the game like a bid.
Movin' 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.
step to a real man,
Cause your only work on a playground program.
They 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?
never 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', you, just like a meal.
Take off clothes, and taste the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
Open up your mouth, and my gallot.
When your jaw breaks gold teeth will fall.
Down will come the monkey, clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) all over 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 scared turns me on,
Like my first with my backup tip hard.

So where's your mouth kid? Where's your heart,
It's all over, cash chips in, crack a forty.
You thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy, mercy,
And ain't no way you can rehearse for me.
Murder I wrote, I wrote, is what I figure.
It's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I the trigger.
Put up your women, crib, your speakers,
Your dog, your cat, crate, your speakers,
Your sister, your aunt, your crew, Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you mother who think that's too tough.
Bam, bam, here's a hit you you had.
A hit that makes you mad, a hit that 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 you're good to style, blow.
Livin' wild, when it's to this I never smile.

did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on best behavior.
It's never endin', and I am
You put your 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',