Luyện nghe bài hát Comin Hard

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

Chorus(juiell)

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

[mr.
Right back at cha, awww naw I wont ease up
Dont got me now, picture me wit cheese stuffed
In my pockets, I bout to get it on a 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
Bring it on, as if you you can outflex us
Betta yo best, cause I'm runnin round these fools
I been waitin for this very day, straight up clownin
I'll him, who, you, wha, that's to all my foes
See we gunnin when we runnin playa, down closed doors
And uh, down to strike a pose when I finish on these figgaz
sure my presence felt, boy I been bound to come up wit cha
It's tha mr. comin hard on em, bring tha track, bomb on em
Kevin a put tha guard on em, i'ma bout to on em

[mr.
Now you see in a change of clothes, still creased
Got my ice on my and struttin hard through tha town
And I cant my crown, flip tha brim like a pimp
Slide my across, that's to make sure of tha fit
Got tha checkin this 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 comin dizzy wit hits, and 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 playa like,
I some tru cats that'll whoop you and yo homeboys
Me and pookie solo in tha old school
Clubbin wit no rules, peepin tha 2
Eatin soul food and now we choosin
It's mr. pookie watchin, crooks is movin