Luyện nghe bài hát How I'm Comin'

Boom, bash, up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, 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',
it out of ya, bring it on.
I him back down, yo dope, word 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, you for your wear.
Jump inside video, bust you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and hurt your pride run it back,
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Click, click, boom, stop dead in tracks.
the steel in your 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.
shots to your dome, kid.
I'm doin' time in the like a bid.
Movin' like a package.
So stigetty up and get your 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 work on a playground program.
They impress your little friends, bring you a ends,
But you still you gotta 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,) that's the way goin' down.
My new ain't no joke.
You want to take me out, how many ya smoke?
I'll never slack again, I'm off the job the mob.
Hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, 'em soft, drob.
What you gotta deal with is real, of steel.
You can it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you, like a meal.
Take off your clothes, and the steel.

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

So where's your mouth kid? your heart, shorty?
It's all over, your chips in, crack a forty.
You look thirsty, you ain't 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, in my tote, so I pull the trigger.
Put up women, your crib, your speakers,
Your dog, your cat, your crate, speakers,
Your sister, your aunt, your crew, Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you rappers who think that's too tough.
Bam, bam, here's a hit you you had.
A hit that makes you mad, a hit that you slap your dad.
Dead, dead, dead, kill, dead, kill, dead.
Try to battle me, I gots to you in your head.
I pull file, click.
I know you're to style, blow.
Livin' wild, when it's to this I never smile.

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

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