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

*(Ric Roc talking)*

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

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

1 *(Black C)*

Check these flows we
makin the hardest rapper
when a killa touch the mic, I'm him blows
to the brain Mike and despite
faulty ass niggaz who try to cross me
smel of coffee, 'cause it's
I'm gettin money like Mike Vernon
while ya learin, we teachin, you
yo soul, see the whole load is gettin heavy
now ya ready, to a lick
I'm pullin a
pullin yo mask down
I put my mash down so now
you that dog in me
that hog in me
got me runnin around town wit no love an actin
but ruggidly I'm
my nigga Ric Roc passed the glock, now we
we

2 *(Big Lurch)*

Comin,
waves wit no assumptions
I'm to ruin somethin
if you want it, get it I'm bumpin
wigs, get quick, fuckin wit this, you don't understand
ain't yo average man
matter fact I'm a buck, buck,
an leavin you shell struck an I'm dumpin yo ass wit
no disscussions, juss 9 millimeters disperstin
and the worse you been cursed, in a and
watchin all you
lay to your knees and your worryin
for purgerin, an disturbin 'em
hit the and then
we swervin
to the hood to get a lil bit mo pervin.

3 *(Mystikal & Big Lurch)*

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

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

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc during chorus)*

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

4 *(Hitman)*

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

5 *(Mystikal)*

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

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

mouths get
ooh you know you gonna get
nigga put it together, out and brushed up
comin from the of sound elevation to the occassion
this ain't no fuckin time
THIS AN OCCUPATION!
So fool what you talkin bout, where my
Or wit my fist down yo fuckin throat.... HOW I BE COMIN!!

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc during chorus)*

An I swam, all the way from the shark waters of New Orleans, to
the Golden Gate Bridge, an I've never seen playas this. Spittin
all the way from 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