Luyện nghe bài hát How I'm Comin'

Boom, bash, up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to night.
You can call me R and B, homies, stands for rough brother,
to my grandmother.
I you in the head just to let ya know.
you for ya dough, spit on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, it on.
I smack him back down, yo dope, is bond.
I know you want a 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, after clip.
I you out there, ripped you for your wear.
Jump inside your video, you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and your pride I'll run it back,
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Click, click, boom, stop in your 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 I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
Fourteen shots to dome, kid.
I'm time in the game like a bid.
rhymes like a package.
So stigetty step up and get your damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
Never step to a man,
your rhymes only work on a playground program.
They impress your little friends, bring you a ends,
But you still you gotta ride in your 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 ain't no joke.
You want to take me out, how bunch ya smoke?
I'll slack 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 feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you, like a meal.
Take off your clothes, and the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
Open up your mouth, and my gallot.
When your jaw breaks your teeth will fall.
will come 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.
Non-believers get murdered, I waffle birded.
Get your out the bill, catch 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 mouth 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 ain't no way you can rehearse for me.
Murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is 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, crate, your speakers,
sister, your aunt, your crew, your Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you mother rappers who think too tough.
Bam, bam, here's a hit you 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 to buck you in your head.
I pull file, click.
I know good to style, blow.
Livin' wild, when come to this I never smile.

What did you learn from the lesson I gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on your behavior.
It's never endin', and I am
You put name as Brendan.
I see y'all is
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',