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

*(Ric Roc talking)*

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

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

1 *(Black C)*

Check flows we deliver
the hardest rapper shiver
when a killa touch the mic, I'm him blows
to the brain like and despite
faulty ass niggaz who try to cross me
smel of coffee, it's burnin
I'm gettin money 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 a switch
pullin yo mask down
I put my mash down so now
you know dog in me
maybe hog in me
got me around town wit no love an actin thuggishly
but ruggidly I'm
my nigga Ric Roc passed the glock, now we
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, fuckin wit this, you understand
ain't yo average man
matter fact I'm a buck, buck,
an leavin you shell struck an I'm dumpin yo ass wit
no disscussions, bustin 9 millimeters disperstin
and the worse you been cursed, in a and
watchin all you
lay down to your 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 mutha fuckas tattooed for the murderin
and didn't have to go and bury him.

I'm walkin down the street wit a
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 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 who's always
like talkin behind our
to confront the strap, we can let it all react
or we can take 10 paces back, and your brains collapse
or we can handle like gentlemen and juss scrap
try and cross me longitude, latitude
I show no to another nigga wit an attitude
I to taggin fools
roofs like, Rictor Rooter
you get dumped calls, I make calls like Roto-Rooter
hoes be ridin my dick like a
maybe 'cause we
fuck around wit these hoes on the
I get the bullets reserved
the
somebody's always tryin to me what my title bout
get served, it don't take like rocket scientist to figure out
when I emerge, I'm on like National Geographics I have this
my clicks got graphics like Sega Saturn which is only like
blow you to
these is bad for your health
so put a quarter in yo ass, 'cause you played self.

5 *(Mystikal)*

Nasty vomit, mildew, rottin I'm the
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
of y'all niggaz gettin dimolished
red and hot tamales
it's the nigga that's gonna be than grip plyers
cussin like Richard
I came down here, fixin to bust yo
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
from the bottom of sound elevation to the occassion
this ain't no fuckin past
BITCH AN OCCUPATION!
So what you talkin bout, where my money?
Or wit my fist yo mutha fuckin throat.... HOW I BE COMIN!!

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc talking chorus)*

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