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

*(Ric Roc talking)*

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

you smell them bodies gettin fried (I'm comin!)
Oooooh, you ain't never (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 hardest shiver
when a killa the mic, I'm givin him blows
to the brain like Mike and
faulty ass niggaz who try to cross me
smel of coffee, it's burnin
I'm gettin that like Mike Vernon
ya learin, we teachin, you reapin
what yo soul, see the load is gettin heavy
now ya ready, to pull a
I'm pullin a
yo black mask down
I put my mash down so now
you that dog in me
that 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 ready to ruin
if you it, come get it I'm bumpin
wigs, get split quick, fuckin wit this, you understand
this ain't yo man
fact I'm a buck, buck, buckin
an you shell struck an I'm dumpin yo ass wit precussions
no disscussions, bustin 9 millimeters disperstin
and the you been cursed, in a hearse and
all you extersions
lay to your knees and your worryin
for purgerin, an disturbin 'em
hit the nerve and
we swervin
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 nobody have to go and him.

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

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc during chorus)*

Oooh. Most deceiving to the soul. will 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 always frontin
talkin behind our back
scared to the strap, we can let it all react
or we can take 10 paces back, and watch your collapse
or we can handle like gentlemen and juss scrap
try and cross me like longitude,
I show no to another nigga wit an attitude
I to taggin fools
hittin roofs like, Rooter
you get calls, I make house calls like Roto-Rooter
be ridin my dick like a scooter
maybe 'cause we
fuck around wit these on the curb
while I get the reserved
the
somebody's always tryin to tell me what my 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 got graphics like Sega Saturn which is only like 32-bits
blow you to
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 state of the art rapper sound childish
no matter how hard you try, you can't come no where us
even if you at the top of your lungs (AHHH!)
I'm a still be the
HAAAAAAAAA!

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

mouths get
ooh you know you get rushed
nigga put it together, out and brushed up
from the bottom of sound elevation to the occassion
this ain't no past time
THIS AN OCCUPATION!
So fool what you talkin bout, where my
Or wit my fist yo mutha fuckin throat.... HOW I BE COMIN!!

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc talking chorus)*

An I swam, all the way from the infested waters of New Orleans, to
the Golden Gate Bridge, an I've never playas like this. Spittin
game all the way from Dallas, Texas, all the way to Alabama. Hate,
and Ric Roc. We have Big Lurch, RBL, and nigga Mystikal. BATCH! Ha.

I'm comin!
How we comin! x2