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 waitin mr. rippla, how you it?
See, i'ma drop it wit a cd of major hits
I got tha switch when it's click, I'm in tha fool
And plus you know that I'm gon rip it fo tha through
It's time to shine, time to polish off my game
Krunk like game night or a roy jones title fight
Wit that can spark up in a blaze fire
I'm gettin paid while you goin haywire
So wha you say I brought tha ruckus
Testin tha bustas, got sumthin to say but no they us
Indeed, I bring tha trees it's time to choke
to beat up on tha foes at tha end of tha show
This time you know, my crooks stay on top of game
And when you least expect it anotha hook to tha brain

Chorus(juiell)

Balla, if you a tell em how you comin hard
Hustla, if you a hustla, baby hustle 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 naw I wont ease up
Dont got me krunk now, me wit cheese stuffed
In my pockets, I bout to get it on a paper
make my paper change, increase my paper weight
Set tha stage, ain't got no on tha payroll
Only my crook playaz wit me tha get go
Let it be known I'm from dallas, in texas
Bring it on, as if you think you can us
Betta yo best, cause I'm runnin round these fools
I waitin 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 down closed
And uh, down to strike a when I finish rippin on these figgaz
Makin sure my felt, boy I been bound to come up wit cha
It's tha mr. comin on em, bring tha track, i'ma bomb on em
Kevin a put tha guard on em, i'ma to storm on em

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