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 him back down, yo dope, word is bond.
I know you 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 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 hurt your pride run it back,
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Click, click, boom, dead in your 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 comin' with is rough, the mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
Fourteen shots to dome, kid.
I'm doin' time in the game a bid.
rhymes 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.
step to a real man,
Cause your rhymes only on a playground program.
impress your little friends, bring you a little ends,
But you still you gotta ride in man's benz.
to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya.
Gotta set you on fire, cause I ya.
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow.
(what,) uh, (what,) the way it's goin' down.
My new album no joke.
You want to take me out, how many ya smoke?
never slack again, I'm off the job like the mob.
Hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, 'em soft, drob.
What you gotta deal with is real, 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 breaks your teeth will fall.
Down will the monkey, banana clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) all over wit'.
Another plan O.D.'ed my war hit.
The way I'm workin', and jerkin', and hurtin', converted.
Non-believers get murdered, 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 television with my tip hard.

So where's your mouth kid? Where's heart, shorty?
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.
Murder I wrote, I wrote, is what I figure.
It's in my tote, in my tote, so I pull the trigger.
Put up your women, your crib, speakers,
Your dog, your cat, crate, your speakers,
Your sister, your aunt, your crew, 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 that makes you slap dad.
Dead, dead, dead, kill, dead, kill, dead.
Try to battle me, I to buck you in your head.
I your file, click.
I know good to style, blow.
Livin' wild, when it's to this I never smile.

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