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

*(Ric Roc talking)*

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

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

1 *(Black C)*

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

2 *(Big Lurch)*

Comin,
brain wit no assumptions
I'm ready to somethin
if you it, come get it I'm bumpin
wigs, get split quick, fuckin wit this, you don't
ain't yo average man
matter I'm a buck, buck, buckin
an leavin you shell struck an I'm yo ass wit precussions
no disscussions, juss bustin 9 disperstin
and the worse you cursed, in a hearse and
all you extersions
lay down to knees and your worryin
for purgerin, an disturbin 'em
hit the nerve and
we sweet
to the hood 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 have to go and bury him.

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

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc during chorus)*

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

4 *(Hitman)*

Now who these niggaz who's frontin
talkin behind our back
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 like longitude,
I show no gratitude to nigga wit an attitude
I gets to fools
hittin roofs like, Rooter
you get dumped calls, I make calls like Roto-Rooter
be ridin my dick like a scooter
maybe we swerve
fuck wit these hoes on the curb
while I get the bullets
the
somebody's 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 National Geographics when I have
my clicks got graphics like Sega Saturn which is only like
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 advanced hightech of the art rapper sound childish
no matter how hard you try, you can't come no where us
even if you at the top of your lungs (AHHH!)
I'm a be the loudest
HAAAAAAAAA!

hand full of ain't gonna get hurt
rest of y'all niggaz dimolished
red peppers and hot
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 nightmares bout what I

mouths get
ooh you know you get rushed
nigga put it together, wiped out and up
comin the bottom of sound elevation to the occassion
this ain't no fuckin past
BITCH AN OCCUPATION!
So fool what you bout, where my money?
Or wit my fist yo mutha 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 Golden 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