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 for rough brother,
to my grandmother.
I buck you in the just to let ya know.
you for ya dough, spit on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, it on.
I smack him 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 your I'll 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 album that I'm comin' is rough, the flavor's mean.
(Ooh.) you for real, in the guillotine.
Fourteen to your dome, kid.
I'm doin' time in the game a bid.
rhymes like a package.
So step 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 only work on a playground program.
They impress little friends, bring you a little 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 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', like an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you, just a meal.
off your clothes, and taste the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
Open up mouth, and taste my gallot.
When your jaw breaks gold teeth will fall.
Down will come the monkey, 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 your mouth kid? Where's your heart, shorty?
all over, cash 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.
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, aunt, your 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 that 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 it's come to I never smile.

What did you from the lesson I just gave ya?
your momma, be on your best behavior.
It's endin', and I am recommendin'
You put name as Brendan.
I see is blendin'
The that 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',