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!)

you smell them bodies gettin fried (I'm comin!)
Oooooh, you ain't lied (How we comin'!)
Somebody said we 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 hardest shiver
when a killa touch the mic, I'm givin him
to the like Mike and despite
faulty ass niggaz who try to cross me
smel of coffee, 'cause burnin
I'm gettin money 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
pullin yo black mask
I put my fuckin mash so now
you that dog in me
maybe hog in me
got me runnin around town wit no love an thuggishly
but I'm comin
my nigga Ric Roc the glock, now we dumpin
we

2 *(Big Lurch)*

Comin,
brain wit no assumptions
I'm ready to somethin
if you it, come get it I'm bumpin
wigs, get split quick, fuckin wit this, you don't
this yo average man
matter fact I'm a buck, buck,
an leavin you shell struck an I'm dumpin yo ass wit
no disscussions, juss bustin 9 millimeters
and the worse you been cursed, in a and
all you extersions
lay down to your 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 to go and bury him.

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

*(Chorus)*

*(Ric Roc talking chorus)*

Oooh. deceiving to the soul. Negros 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 who's always frontin
like talkin behind our
scared to confront the strap, we can let it all
or we can take 10 paces back, and your brains collapse
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, Rictor
you get dumped calls, I make house calls like
hoes be ridin my like a scooter
maybe we swerve
fuck wit these hoes on the curb
while I get the reserved
the
somebody's always to tell 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 graphics like Saturn which is only like 32-bits
blow you to
these pieces is bad for your
so put a quarter in yo ass, 'cause you your self.

5 *(Mystikal)*

Nasty vomit, mildew, rottin I'm the
I make the advanced hightech state of the art rapper sound childish
no matter how hard you try, you can't come no where us
even if you scream at the top of lungs (AHHH!)
I'm a still be the
HAAAAAAAAA!

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

mouths get
ooh you know you gonna get
nigga put it together, out and brushed up
comin from the of sound elevation to the occassion
ain't no fuckin past time
BITCH 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 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 that Mystikal. BATCH! Ha.

I'm comin!
How we comin! x2