Luyện nghe bài hát How We Comin' (southern Fried Mix)

*(Ric Roc talking)*

Huh, yeah this is shit. That shit you all been waitin for. That
shit that slap yo mama like she the average hoe bitch. (I'm
comin!)

Can't you smell them bodies fried (I'm comin!)
Oooooh, you never lied (How we comin'!)
Somebody said we hella high (How we comin!)
Oooooh, you ain't never (juss sit back an peep nigga)
(I'm comin)

1 *(Black C)*

Check these we deliver
makin the hardest rapper
when a killa the mic, I'm givin him blows
to the like Mike and despite
faulty ass niggaz who try to cross me
smel of coffee, 'cause burnin
I'm gettin that money Mike Vernon
ya learin, we teachin, you reapin
what yo soul, see the whole is gettin heavy
now ya ready, to a lick
I'm a switch
yo black mask down
I put my fuckin mash so now
you that dog in me
maybe hog in me
got me runnin around wit no love an actin thuggishly
but I'm comin
my nigga Ric Roc the glock, now we dumpin
we

2 *(Big Lurch)*

Comin,
brain wit no assumptions
I'm ready to ruin
if you want it, come get it I'm
wigs, get split quick, wit this, you don't understand
this yo average man
matter I'm a buck, buck, buckin
an leavin you shell struck an I'm dumpin yo ass wit
no disscussions, bustin 9 millimeters disperstin
and the worse you cursed, in a hearse and
all you extersions
lay to your knees and your worryin
for purgerin, an disturbin 'em
hit the and then
we swervin
back to the to get a lil bit mo pervin.

3 *(Mystikal & Big Lurch)*

I'm one of the fresh mutha fuckas tattooed for the
and didn't nobody have to go and him.

I'm walkin down the street wit a
an my loons ain't to be in this game
nigga I'm 'em.

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc during chorus)*

Oooh. Most deceiving to the soul. Negros will come near and far,
juss to out who we are. We are... RBL. Big Lurch, Hitman, Mystikal,
is how we comin.

4 *(Hitman)*

Now who these who's always frontin
like talkin behind our
to confront the strap, we can let it all react
or we can take 10 back, and watch your brains collapse
or we can handle this like and juss scrap
try and cross me longitude, latitude
I show no gratitude to another nigga wit an
I gets to taggin
hittin roofs like, Rictor
you get dumped calls, I make house like Roto-Rooter
be ridin my dick like a scooter
maybe we swerve
fuck around wit these on the curb
while I get the reserved
the
somebody's always tryin to me what my title bout
get served, it don't take like rocket scientist to this out
when I emerge, I'm on like Geographics when I have this
my clicks got graphics like Sega which is only like 32-bits
you to bits
these pieces is bad for health
so put a quarter in yo ass, 'cause you your self.

5 *(Mystikal)*

Nasty vomit, mildew, I'm the violentest
I make the most advanced hightech of the art rapper sound childish
no matter how hard you try, you can't come no round us
even if you at the top of your lungs (AHHH!)
I'm a still be the
HAAAAAAAAA!

hand full of ain't gonna get hurt
rest of y'all niggaz dimolished
red and hot tamales
it's the nigga gonna be tighter than grip plyers
cussin Richard Pryor
I down here, fixin to bust yo head
try an sleep on me nigga, you gonna have nightmares bout what I

mouths get
ooh you you gonna get rushed
nigga put it together, out and brushed up
comin from the bottom of sound to the occassion
ain't no fuckin past time
BITCH AN OCCUPATION!
So fool what you bout, where my money?
Or wit my fist down yo mutha throat.... HOW I BE COMIN!!

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc during chorus)*

An I swam, all the way from the infested waters of New Orleans, to
the Golden Gate Bridge, an I've never seen playas this. Spittin
game all the way Dallas, Texas, all the way to Alabama. Hate, money
and Ric Roc. We have Big Lurch, RBL, and that Mystikal. BATCH! Ha.

I'm comin!
How we comin! x2