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

1 *(Black C)*

Check flows we deliver
makin the hardest shiver
a killa touch the mic, I'm givin him blows
to the like Mike and despite
them faulty ass who try to cross me
smel of coffee, it's burnin
I'm that money like Mike Vernon
while ya learin, we teachin, you
what yo soul, see the load is gettin heavy
now ya ready, to pull a
I'm a switch
pullin yo black mask
I put my mash down so now
you know 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 wit no assumptions
I'm ready to somethin
if you want it, come get it I'm
wigs, get split quick, fuckin wit this, you understand
this ain't yo man
matter I'm a buck, buck, buckin
an you shell struck an I'm dumpin yo ass wit precussions
no disscussions, juss 9 millimeters disperstin
and the worse you been cursed, in a and
all you extersions
lay down to your knees and worryin
evaporatin for purgerin, an '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 tattooed for the murderin
and didn't nobody to go and bury him.

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

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc talking chorus)*

Oooh. Most deceiving to the soul. Negros 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 talkin our back
to confront the strap, we can let it all react
or we can take 10 paces back, and watch your brains
or we can handle this like gentlemen and juss
try and me like longitude, latitude
I no gratitude to another nigga wit an attitude
I gets to taggin
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 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 scientist to this out
when I emerge, I'm on like National Geographics when I have
my clicks got graphics like Sega Saturn which is only like
blow you to
pieces is bad for your 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 sound
no matter how hard you try, you can't come no round us
even if you scream at the top of lungs (AHHH!)
I'm a be the loudest
HAAAAAAAAA!

hand full of niggaz ain't get hurt
of y'all niggaz gettin dimolished
red peppers and hot
it's the that's gonna be tighter than grip plyers
cussin Richard Pryor
I came here, fixin to bust yo head
don't try an on me nigga, you gonna have nightmares bout 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 ain't no fuckin past
THIS AN OCCUPATION!
So fool what you bout, where my money?
Or wit my down yo mutha fuckin throat.... HOW I BE COMIN!!

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc talking 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