Luyện nghe bài hát How I'm Comin'

Boom, bash, up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for 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 him back down, yo dope, word is bond.
I know you a piece of the champ,
But you roll too weak, you make it in my camp.
You I went for the flip,
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop, clip clip.
I kept you out there, ripped you for wear.
Jump your video, bust you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and hurt 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 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' time in the 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 work on a playground program.
impress your little friends, bring you a little ends,
But you still you ride in your man's benz.
to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya.
Gotta set you on fire, 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 slack again, I'm off the job the mob.
Hey, no prob', solved, on the knob, make 'em soft, drob.
What you gotta with is real, made of steel.
You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', you, just like a meal.
off your clothes, and taste the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
Open up mouth, and taste my gallot.
When jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall.
Down will the monkey, banana clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) it's all 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' turns me on,
Like my first television with my tip hard.

So where's your kid? Where's your heart, shorty?
It's all over, cash your in, crack a forty.
You look thirsty, you ain't no mercy, mercy,
And ain't no way that you can 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, your cat, crate, your speakers,
Your sister, your aunt, crew, your Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you mother who think that's too tough.
Bam, bam, here's a hit you you had.
A hit makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad.
Dead, dead, dead, kill, dead, kill, dead.
Try to me, I gots to buck you in your head.
I pull file, click.
I know you're to style, blow.
Livin' wild, when come to this I never smile.

What did you learn from the lesson I just ya?
Obey your momma, be on your behavior.
It's endin', and I am recommendin'
You put your as Brendan.
I see y'all is
The message 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',