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

*(Ric Roc talking)*

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

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

1 *(Black C)*

Check these flows we
the hardest rapper shiver
when a killa the mic, I'm givin him blows
to the like Mike and despite
them ass niggaz who try to cross me
smel of coffee, it's burnin
I'm gettin that money Mike Vernon
ya learin, we teachin, you reapin
what yo soul, see the whole load is 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 thuggishly
but I'm comin
my Ric Roc passed the glock, now we dumpin
we

2 *(Big Lurch)*

Comin,
brain waves wit no
I'm to ruin somethin
if you want it, get it I'm bumpin
wigs, get split quick, wit this, you don't understand
ain't yo average man
matter I'm a buck, buck, buckin
an you shell struck an I'm dumpin yo ass wit precussions
no disscussions, bustin 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 nerve and
we swervin
to the hood to get a lil bit mo pervin.

3 *(Mystikal & Big Lurch)*

I'm one of the fresh mutha tattooed for the murderin
and nobody have to go and bury him.

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

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc talking chorus)*

Oooh. Most deceiving to the soul. 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 these niggaz who's always
like talkin our back
scared to confront the strap, we can let it all
or we can take 10 back, and watch your brains collapse
or we can handle this like gentlemen and juss
try and cross me like longitude,
I show no gratitude to another nigga wit an
I to taggin fools
roofs like, Rictor Rooter
you get calls, I make house calls like Roto-Rooter
be ridin my dick like a scooter
maybe 'cause we
fuck around wit hoes on the curb
I get the bullets reserved
the
somebody's always tryin to tell me 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 clicks got like Sega Saturn which is only like 32-bits
blow you to
these pieces is bad for your
so put a quarter in yo ass, you played your self.

5 *(Mystikal)*

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

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

mouths get
ooh you know you get rushed
put it together, wiped out and brushed up
comin from the bottom of sound to the occassion
this no fuckin past time
THIS AN OCCUPATION!
So fool what you talkin bout, my money?
Or wit my fist down yo fuckin throat.... HOW I BE COMIN!!

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc during chorus)*

An I swam, all the way the shark infested waters of New Orleans, to
the Gate Bridge, an I've never seen playas like 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