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, stands 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 couldn't it in my camp.
You thought I for the flip,
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop, after clip.
I kept you out there, ripped you for wear.
Jump inside 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 I'm comin' 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 game a bid.
Movin' 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.
Never step to a man,
Cause your rhymes only work on a 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,) that's the way goin' down.
My new album no joke.
You want to take me out, how many 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 gotta deal with is real, of steel.
You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' an eel.
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you, just a meal.
Take off clothes, and taste the steel.

Check, baby,
Rockabye baby, on the top.
Open up your mouth, and my gallot.
When your jaw breaks your gold teeth fall.
Down 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.
Non-believers get murdered, 'cause I birded.
Get your out the bill, catch the thrill.
a nine, put your hootchies on the bill.
The of you gettin' scared turns me on,
Like my first with my backup tip hard.

So where's your mouth kid? Where's your heart,
all over, cash 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, cat, your crate, your speakers,
Your sister, your aunt, crew, your Knicks.
Got 'em booin', all you rappers who think 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 gots to buck you in head.
I pull file, click.
I you're good to style, blow.
wild, when it's come to this I never smile.

What did you learn the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on best behavior.
never endin', and I am recommendin'
You put name 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',