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 like 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 lied (juss sit back an peep nigga)
(I'm comin)

1 *(Black C)*

Check these we deliver
makin the rapper shiver
when a killa the mic, I'm givin him blows
to the like Mike and despite
faulty ass niggaz who try to cross me
smel of coffee, 'cause it's
I'm that money like Mike Vernon
while ya learin, we teachin, you
what yo soul, see the whole is gettin heavy
now ya ready, to pull a
I'm a switch
pullin yo black mask
I put my fuckin mash so now
you know dog in me
that hog in me
got me runnin town wit no love an actin thuggishly
but I'm comin
my nigga Ric Roc the glock, now we dumpin
we

2 *(Big Lurch)*

Comin,
waves wit no assumptions
I'm ready to somethin
if you it, come get it I'm bumpin
wigs, get split quick, wit this, you don't understand
this yo average man
matter fact I'm a buck, buck,
an leavin you shell struck an I'm yo ass wit precussions
no disscussions, juss bustin 9 millimeters
and the worse you cursed, in a hearse and
watchin all you
lay down to your knees and your
for purgerin, an disturbin 'em
hit the and then
we sweet
to the hood 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 ain't to be played in game
I'm hurtin 'em.

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc during chorus)*

Oooh. Most deceiving to the soul. Negros 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 these niggaz who's always
like talkin our back
scared to confront the strap, we can let it all
or we can take 10 paces back, and watch your brains
or we can handle this like and juss scrap
try and me like longitude, latitude
I show no gratitude to another nigga wit an
I to taggin fools
hittin roofs like, Rooter
you get dumped calls, I make house calls Roto-Rooter
hoes be ridin my like a scooter
maybe we swerve
fuck around wit these hoes on the
while I get the bullets
the
somebody's always tryin to me what my title bout
get served, it take like rocket scientist to figure this out
when I emerge, I'm on like National Geographics when I have
my clicks got like Sega Saturn 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, rottin I'm the
I make the most advanced state of the art rapper sound childish
no matter how 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 of niggaz ain't gonna get hurt
rest of y'all niggaz dimolished
red and hot tamales
it's the that's gonna be tighter than grip plyers
cussin like Richard
I came down here, fixin to yo head
try an sleep on me nigga, you gonna have nightmares bout what I

mouths get
ooh you you gonna get rushed
nigga put it together, out and brushed up
from the bottom of sound elevation to the occassion
this ain't no fuckin past
THIS AN OCCUPATION!
So fool what you talkin bout, where my
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 seen playas like this.
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