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 like she the average hoe bitch. (I'm
comin!)

Can't you them bodies gettin fried (I'm comin!)
Oooooh, you ain't never (How we comin'!)
Somebody we comin hella high (How we comin!)
Oooooh, you ain't never (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 brain Mike and despite
them faulty ass who try to cross me
smel of coffee, 'cause burnin
I'm gettin that money like Mike
ya learin, we teachin, you reapin
what yo soul, see the load is gettin heavy
now ya ready, to pull a
I'm a switch
yo black mask down
I put my fuckin down so now
you that 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 waves wit no
I'm to ruin somethin
if you want it, come get it I'm
wigs, get split quick, wit this, you don't understand
ain't yo average man
matter fact I'm a buck, buck,
an you shell struck an I'm dumpin yo ass wit precussions
no disscussions, juss bustin 9 millimeters
and the you been cursed, in a hearse and
watchin all you
lay to your knees and your worryin
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 tattooed for the murderin
and didn't have to go and bury him.

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

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc talking chorus)*

Oooh. Most deceiving to the soul. Negros will come from 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
like talkin 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 to another nigga wit an attitude
I gets to fools
hittin roofs like, Rooter
you get dumped calls, I make house like Roto-Rooter
hoes be ridin my dick like a
maybe 'cause we
fuck around wit hoes on the curb
I get the bullets reserved
the
somebody's always tryin to me what my title bout
get served, it don't take rocket scientist to figure this out
I emerge, I'm on like National Geographics when I have this
my clicks got graphics like Saturn which is only like 32-bits
you to bits
these pieces is bad for your
so put a in yo ass, 'cause you played your self.

5 *(Mystikal)*

Nasty vomit, mildew, rottin I'm the
I make the most hightech state of the art rapper sound childish
no matter how hard you try, you come no where round us
even if you at the top of your lungs (AHHH!)
I'm a still be the
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 than grip plyers
cussin Richard Pryor
I down here, fixin to bust yo head
try an sleep on me nigga, you gonna have nightmares bout what I

mouths get
ooh you know you get rushed
nigga put it together, wiped out and up
comin the bottom of sound elevation to the occassion
this ain't no past time
BITCH AN OCCUPATION!
So fool what you bout, where my money?
Or wit my down 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 seen playas this. Spittin
all the way from Dallas, Texas, all the way to Alabama. Hate, money
and Ric Roc. We Big Lurch, RBL, and that nigga Mystikal. BATCH! Ha.

I'm comin!
How we comin! x2