Luyện nghe bài hát How I'm Comin'

Boom, bash, up, I set it off right.
around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can me R and B, homies, which stands for rough brother,
to my grandmother.
I buck you in the just to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, it on.
I smack him back down, yo dope, is bond.
I you want a piece of the champ,
But you too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp.
You I went for the flip,
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop, after clip.
I kept you out there, ripped you for wear.
Jump inside your video, you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back,
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Click, click, boom, stop dead in tracks.
Stick the steel in mouth,
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, out.

(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin',
(I'm comin'.)
is how I'm comin'.

The that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
Fourteen shots to dome, kid.
I'm doin' in the game like a bid.
Movin' like a package.
So stigetty step up and get nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
Never step to a man,
Cause your rhymes only work on a program.
They impress your friends, bring you a little ends,
But you you gotta ride in your man's benz.
Word to hip-hop, I'm a ya.
set you on fire, cause I gassed ya.
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow.
(what,) uh, (what,) the way it's goin' down.
My new album no joke.
You want to me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll never again, I'm off the job like the mob.
Hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, 'em soft, drob.
you gotta deal with is real, made of steel.
You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you, like a meal.
Take off clothes, and taste the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
up your mouth, and taste my gallot.
When your jaw your gold teeth will fall.
Down will the monkey, banana clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) it's all wit'.
plan O.D.'ed over my war hit.
The way I'm workin', and jerkin', and hurtin', converted.
get murdered, 'cause I waffle birded.
Get your face out the bill, the thrill.
Carry a nine, put hootchies on the bill.
The of you gettin' scared turns me on,
Like my first with my backup tip hard.

So where's your mouth kid? Where's your heart,
It's all over, your chips in, crack a forty.
You look thirsty, you gettin' no mercy, mercy,
And ain't no way you can rehearse for me.
I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure.
It's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I the trigger.
Put up your women, your crib, speakers,
Your dog, your cat, your crate, speakers,
Your sister, aunt, your crew, your Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you mother rappers who that's too tough.
Bam, bam, a hit you wish you had.
A hit that makes you mad, a hit makes you slap your dad.
Dead, dead, dead, kill, dead, kill, dead.
Try to battle me, I gots to you in your head.
I your file, click.
I you're good to style, blow.
wild, when it's come to this I never smile.

What did you from the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on your behavior.
It's never endin', and I am
You put name as Brendan.
I see is blendin'
The that I'm sendin'.
Is there ain't no
Get in the trunk, buy the album, I'm endin'.

is how I'm comin'.
How ya comin',