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 call me R and B, homies, stands for rough brother,
to my grandmother.
I buck you in the head to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, it on.
I smack him down, yo dope, word is bond.
I you want a piece of the champ,
But you roll too weak, you make it in my camp.
You thought I for the flip,
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop, clip clip.
I you out there, ripped you for your wear.
Jump your video, bust you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and hurt your I'll run it back,
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Click, click, boom, stop dead in tracks.
Stick the in your mouth,
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, out.

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

The album that I'm with is rough, the flavor's mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
shots to your dome, kid.
I'm doin' in the game like a bid.
rhymes 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 to a real man,
Cause your rhymes work on a playground program.
They impress your little friends, you a little ends,
But you still you gotta in your man's benz.
Word to hip-hop, I'm a ya.
Gotta set you on fire, I gassed ya.
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow.
(what,) uh, (what,) that's the way it's down.
My new album no joke.
You want to take me out, how many ya smoke?
I'll never again, I'm off the job like the mob.
Hey, no prob', solved, on the knob, make 'em soft, drob.
What you deal with is real, made of steel.
You can it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you, like a meal.
off your clothes, and taste the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
up your mouth, and taste my gallot.
When jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall.
will come the monkey, banana clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) all over wit'.
Another 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 out the bill, catch the thrill.
Carry a nine, put your on the bill.
The thought of you gettin' scared me on,
my first television with my backup tip hard.

So where's your kid? Where's your heart, shorty?
all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty.
You thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy, mercy,
And no way that you can rehearse for me.
Murder I wrote, I wrote, is what I figure.
in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the trigger.
Put up your women, crib, your speakers,
Your dog, cat, your crate, your speakers,
sister, your 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 makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad.
Dead, dead, dead, kill, dead, kill, dead.
Try to battle me, I gots to buck you in head.
I your file, click.
I know you're to style, blow.
Livin' wild, it's come to this I never smile.

What did you learn the lesson I just gave ya?
your momma, be on your best behavior.
It's never endin', and I am
You put name as Brendan.
I see is blendin'
The that I'm sendin'.
Is there no pretendin'?
Get in the trunk, buy the album, I'm endin'.

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