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

*(Ric Roc talking)*

Huh, yeah this is that shit. That shit you all waitin for. That
shit 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'!)
said we comin hella high (How we comin!)
Oooooh, you ain't never lied (juss sit 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 brain Mike and despite
them faulty ass niggaz who try to me
of coffee, 'cause it's burnin
I'm gettin that money like Mike
ya learin, we teachin, you reapin
what yo soul, see the load 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
that hog in me
got me runnin around town wit no an actin thuggishly
but ruggidly I'm
my nigga Ric Roc passed the glock, now we
we

2 *(Big Lurch)*

Comin,
waves wit no assumptions
I'm ready to ruin
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 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 you been cursed, in a hearse and
all you extersions
lay down to your knees and your
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 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 talking chorus)*

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

5 *(Mystikal)*

Nasty vomit, mildew, rottin I'm the
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 your (AHHH!)
I'm a still be the
HAAAAAAAAA!

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

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

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc talking chorus)*

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

I'm comin!
How we comin! x2