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

*(Ric Roc talking)*

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

you smell them bodies gettin fried (I'm comin!)
Oooooh, you never lied (How we comin'!)
Somebody we comin hella high (How we comin!)
Oooooh, you never lied (juss sit back an peep nigga)
(I'm comin)

1 *(Black C)*

Check these we deliver
makin the hardest rapper
when a touch the mic, I'm givin him blows
to the brain like Mike and
them ass niggaz who try to cross me
smel of coffee, it's burnin
I'm gettin money like Mike Vernon
while ya learin, we teachin, you
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 down 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 Ric Roc passed the glock, now we dumpin
we

2 *(Big Lurch)*

Comin,
brain waves wit no
I'm to ruin somethin
if you it, come get it I'm bumpin
wigs, get split quick, fuckin wit this, you don't
this ain't yo man
matter fact I'm a buck, buck,
an leavin you shell an I'm dumpin yo ass wit precussions
no disscussions, juss bustin 9 disperstin
and the you been 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 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 have to go and bury him.

I'm walkin down the street wit a
an my loons to be played in this game
I'm hurtin 'em.

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc talking chorus)*

Oooh. deceiving 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 always
like behind our back
scared to 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 gentlemen and juss
try and me like longitude, latitude
I show no gratitude to another nigga wit an
I gets to taggin
hittin roofs like, Rooter
you get dumped calls, I make calls like Roto-Rooter
hoes be ridin my dick like a
maybe 'cause we
around wit these hoes on the curb
while I get the bullets
the
somebody's always tryin to me what my title bout
get served, it don't take like rocket to figure this out
when I emerge, I'm on National Geographics when I have this
my clicks got graphics like Sega Saturn which is only like
you to bits
these pieces is bad for health
so put a in yo ass, 'cause you played your self.

5 *(Mystikal)*

Nasty vomit, mildew, rottin I'm the
I make the most advanced hightech state of the art rapper 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 gonna get hurt
rest of y'all niggaz gettin
red peppers and hot
it's the nigga that's gonna be than grip plyers
cussin like Pryor
I came here, fixin to bust yo head
don't try an sleep on me nigga, you gonna have nightmares bout I

mouths get
ooh you know you gonna get
nigga put it together, out and brushed up
comin the bottom of sound elevation to the occassion
this ain't no past time
BITCH AN OCCUPATION!
So fool what you talkin bout, where my
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 seen playas like this. Spittin
all the way from 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