Luyện nghe bài hát Comin Hard

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

Chorus(juiell)

Balla, if you a tell em how you comin hard
Hustla, if you a hustla, hustle 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 at cha, awww hell naw I wont 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 weight
Set tha stage, got no killaz on tha payroll
Only my crook wit me from tha get go
Let it be I'm from dallas, that's in texas
Bring it on, as if you think you can us
Betta bring yo best, cause I'm runnin these fools
I been for this very day, straight up clownin fools
face him, who, you, wha, that's to all my foes
See we gunnin when we runnin playa, knockin closed doors
And uh, down to strike a pose when I finish rippin on figgaz
sure my presence felt, boy I been bound to come up wit cha
It's tha mr. hard on em, bring tha track, i'ma bomb on em
Kevin a put tha guard on em, bout to storm on em

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