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

*(Ric Roc talking)*

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

you smell them bodies gettin fried (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 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
of coffee, 'cause it's burnin
I'm gettin that like Mike Vernon
while ya learin, we teachin, you
yo soul, see the whole load is gettin heavy
now ya ready, to a lick
I'm a switch
yo black mask down
I put my mash down so now
you know dog in me
maybe hog in me
got me runnin around wit no love an actin thuggishly
but ruggidly I'm
my Ric Roc passed the glock, now we dumpin
we

2 *(Big Lurch)*

Comin,
waves wit no assumptions
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 leavin you shell an I'm dumpin yo ass wit precussions
no disscussions, bustin 9 millimeters disperstin
and the worse you been cursed, in a and
all you extersions
lay down to knees and your worryin
evaporatin for purgerin, an '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 for the murderin
and nobody have to go and bury him.

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

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc talking chorus)*

Oooh. Most deceiving to the soul. Negros will 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 always frontin
like talkin our back
scared to the strap, we can let it all react
or we can take 10 paces back, and watch brains collapse
or we can handle this like gentlemen and scrap
try and me like longitude, latitude
I show no gratitude to another wit an attitude
I to taggin fools
hittin like, Rictor Rooter
you get dumped calls, I make house like Roto-Rooter
hoes be ridin my dick a scooter
maybe 'cause we
fuck around wit hoes on the curb
I get the bullets reserved
the
somebody's always tryin to me what my title bout
get served, it don't like rocket scientist to figure this out
when I emerge, I'm on like Geographics when I have this
my got graphics like Sega Saturn which is only like 32-bits
you to bits
these pieces is bad for health
so put a quarter in yo ass, 'cause you your self.

5 *(Mystikal)*

Nasty vomit, mildew, rottin I'm the
I make the most advanced hightech state of the art sound childish
no matter how hard you try, you come 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 gonna get hurt
rest of y'all niggaz dimolished
red peppers and hot
it's the nigga that's gonna be tighter than grip
cussin like Richard
I came here, fixin to bust yo head
don't try an sleep on me nigga, you gonna have bout what I

mouths get
ooh you know you gonna get
nigga put it together, out and brushed up
comin from the bottom of elevation to the occassion
ain't no fuckin past time
BITCH AN OCCUPATION!
So fool you talkin bout, where my money?
Or wit my fist down yo mutha 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
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