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

1 *(Black C)*

Check these flows we
the hardest rapper shiver
when a killa touch the mic, I'm givin him
to the brain like Mike and
them faulty ass who try to cross me
of coffee, 'cause it's burnin
I'm gettin that like Mike Vernon
ya learin, we teachin, you reapin
what yo soul, see the whole load is gettin
now ya ready, to a lick
I'm pullin a
yo black mask down
I put my fuckin mash so now
you know dog in me
maybe hog in me
got me runnin town wit no love an actin thuggishly
but I'm comin
my nigga Ric Roc passed the glock, now we
we

2 *(Big Lurch)*

Comin,
brain waves wit no
I'm ready to ruin
if you it, come get it I'm bumpin
wigs, get split quick, wit this, you don't understand
this ain't yo man
matter I'm a buck, buck, buckin
an leavin you shell struck an I'm dumpin yo ass wit
no disscussions, juss bustin 9 disperstin
and the worse you been cursed, in a and
watchin all you
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 mutha fuckas tattooed for the murderin
and didn't have to go and bury him.

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

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc talking chorus)*

Oooh. Most deceiving to the soul. Negros will come from 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
talkin behind our back
scared to confront the strap, we can let it all
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 nigga wit an
I gets to taggin
hittin roofs like, Rooter
you get dumped calls, I make house like Roto-Rooter
hoes be ridin my dick like a
maybe 'cause we
fuck around wit hoes on the curb
I get the bullets reserved
the
somebody's always tryin to tell me what my title
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 which is only like 32-bits
blow you to
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 the most advanced hightech state of the art rapper sound childish
no matter how hard you try, you come no where round us
even if you at the top of your lungs (AHHH!)
I'm a be the loudest
HAAAAAAAAA!

hand of niggaz ain't gonna get hurt
rest of niggaz gettin dimolished
red and hot tamales
it's the nigga that's gonna be tighter grip plyers
cussin Richard Pryor
I down here, fixin to bust yo head
don't try an on me nigga, you gonna have nightmares bout what I

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

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc during chorus)*

An I swam, all the way from the shark waters of New Orleans, to
the Golden Gate Bridge, an I've never 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