Luyện nghe bài hát Comin Hard

[mr.
Now uh, which way he came, left or right, you can that
I came all directions playa, can you top that?
I got em mr. rippla, how you droppin it?
See, i'ma drop it wit a cd full of hits
I got tha switch when click, I'm in tha zone fool
And you know that I'm gon rip it fo tha song through
It's time to shine, to polish off my game right
Krunk like it's game night or a roy title fight
Wit combinations that can up in a blaze fire
I'm gettin paid while you bustas haywire
So wha you say I brought tha ruckus
Testin tha bustas, got to say but no they love us
Indeed, I bring tha trees when it's time to
Ready to beat up on tha at tha end of tha show
This time you know, my crooks on top of they game
And when you least expect it thea's anotha hook to tha

Chorus(juiell)

Balla, if you a balla tell em how you comin
Hustla, if you a hustla, baby like a superstar
Playa, cause we playaz and you know jus who we are
Crooksta, if you a crook tell em how ya hard

[mr.
Right back at cha, awww hell naw I ease up
Dont got me krunk now, picture me wit stuffed
In my pockets, I to get it on a paper rage
Gotta make my paper change, increase my paper
Set tha stage, got no killaz on tha payroll
Only my crook wit me from tha get go
Let it be known I'm from dallas, in texas
it on, as if you think you can outflex us
Betta bring yo best, cause I'm round these fools
I been waitin for this very day, up clownin fools
face him, who, you, wha, that's to all my foes
See we when we runnin playa, knockin down closed doors
And uh, down to strike a pose when I finish rippin on these
Makin sure my felt, boy I been bound to come up wit cha
It's tha mr. comin hard on em, tha track, i'ma bomb on em
a put tha guard on em, i'ma bout to storm on em

[mr.
Now you see in a change of clothes, creased down
Got my ice on my and struttin hard through tha town
And I cant forget my crown, flip tha like a pimp
Slide my fingers across, to make sure of tha fit
Got tha checkin this and my hair whipped up
And a sack in my pocket, french in tha cut
Valley ruff on tha mic, when I'm chillin this
That's I'm ballin wit my crooks feelin tipsy and shit
I'm comin wit hits, and cant nobody fade tha g's
I'm as witable, no he strappin on these 3's
You can try, you wont succeed, I'm to like, playboy
I know some tru that'll whoop you and yo homeboys
Me and solo johnson in tha old school
wit no rules, peepin tha foes 2
Eatin some food and now we choosin
It's mr. neighborhood watchin, crooks is movin