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

*(Ric Roc talking)*

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

you smell them bodies gettin fried (I'm comin!)
Oooooh, you ain't lied (How we comin'!)
said we comin hella high (How we comin!)
Oooooh, you ain't lied (juss sit back an peep nigga)
(I'm comin)

1 *(Black C)*

Check these we deliver
makin the rapper shiver
when a killa touch the mic, I'm givin him
to the like Mike and despite
them faulty ass niggaz who try to me
smel of coffee, it's burnin
I'm that money 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 pullin a
pullin yo black down
I put my fuckin down so now
you that 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,
waves wit no assumptions
I'm to ruin somethin
if you it, come get it I'm bumpin
wigs, get quick, fuckin 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, juss 9 millimeters disperstin
and the worse you been cursed, in a and
all you extersions
lay down to knees and your 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 fresh mutha fuckas for the murderin
and nobody have to go and bury him.

I'm walkin the street wit a glock
an my loons to be played in this game
I'm hurtin 'em.

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc talking chorus)*

Oooh. deceiving to the soul. Negros will come 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 niggaz who's always frontin
like behind our back
scared to the strap, we can let it all react
or we can take 10 paces back, and watch your brains
or we can this like gentlemen and juss scrap
try and me like longitude, latitude
I show no gratitude to nigga wit an attitude
I gets to fools
hittin like, Rictor Rooter
you get dumped calls, I make house calls like
hoes be ridin my dick like a
'cause we swerve
fuck wit these hoes on the curb
I get the bullets reserved
the
always tryin to tell me what my title bout
get served, it don't take rocket scientist to figure this out
when I emerge, I'm on like National Geographics I have this
my clicks got graphics like Sega Saturn which is only 32-bits
you to bits
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 can't no where round us
even if you scream at the top of your (AHHH!)
I'm a be the loudest
HAAAAAAAAA!

hand of niggaz ain't gonna get hurt
rest of y'all niggaz dimolished
red peppers and hot
it's the nigga that's gonna be tighter grip plyers
cussin like Richard
I down 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
from the bottom of sound elevation to the occassion
this no fuckin past time
BITCH AN OCCUPATION!
So fool you talkin bout, where my money?
Or wit my fist down yo fuckin throat.... HOW I BE COMIN!!

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc talking chorus)*

An I swam, all the way from the shark waters of New Orleans, to
the Golden Gate Bridge, an I've seen 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