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 that slap yo mama she the average stank hoe bitch. (I'm
comin!)

Can't you smell them bodies fried (I'm comin!)
Oooooh, you never lied (How we comin'!)
Somebody said we comin high (How we comin!)
Oooooh, you ain't never lied (juss sit back an nigga)
(I'm comin)

1 *(Black C)*

Check these we deliver
makin the rapper shiver
a killa touch the mic, I'm givin him blows
to the brain Mike and despite
them faulty ass who try to cross me
smel of coffee, 'cause burnin
I'm gettin that like Mike Vernon
ya learin, we teachin, you reapin
what yo soul, see the whole is gettin heavy
now ya ready, to pull a
I'm a switch
pullin yo black 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 I'm comin
my nigga Ric Roc the glock, now we dumpin
we

2 *(Big Lurch)*

Comin,
brain wit no assumptions
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
fact I'm a buck, buck, buckin
an leavin you shell an I'm dumpin yo ass wit precussions
no disscussions, juss bustin 9 millimeters
and the worse you been cursed, in a and
watchin all you
lay down to your knees and worryin
for purgerin, an disturbin 'em
hit the and then
we sweet
back to the 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 nobody 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 during chorus)*

Oooh. Most deceiving to the soul. Negros will from near and far,
juss to 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
to confront the strap, we can let it all react
or we can 10 paces back, and watch your brains collapse
or we can handle this like gentlemen and juss
try and cross me like longitude,
I show no gratitude to nigga wit an attitude
I gets to fools
hittin roofs like, Rictor
you get calls, I make house calls like Roto-Rooter
hoes be ridin my dick a scooter
maybe we swerve
fuck around wit these on the curb
I get the bullets reserved
the
always tryin to tell me what my title bout
get served, it don't take like rocket to figure this out
I emerge, I'm on like National Geographics when I have this
my clicks got like Sega Saturn which is only like 32-bits
you to bits
these is bad for your health
so put a quarter in yo ass, 'cause you played self.

5 *(Mystikal)*

Nasty vomit, mildew, I'm the violentest
I make the most advanced hightech state of the art sound childish
no how hard you try, you can't 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 ain't gonna get hurt
rest of y'all niggaz gettin
red and hot tamales
it's the nigga that's gonna be tighter grip plyers
like Richard Pryor
I came down here, fixin to yo head
don't try an on me nigga, you gonna have nightmares bout what I

mouths get
ooh you you gonna get rushed
put it together, wiped out and brushed up
comin from the bottom of sound 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 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 nigga Mystikal. BATCH! Ha.

I'm comin!
How we comin! x2