Luyện nghe bài hát Comin Hard

[mr.
Now uh, which way he came, or right, you can squash that
I from all directions playa, can you top that?
I got em waitin mr. rippla, how you it?
See, i'ma drop it wit a cd full of hits
I got tha when it's 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, to polish off my game right
Krunk like it's game night or a roy jones title
Wit combinations can spark up in a blaze fire
I'm gettin while you bustas 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 when it's to choke
to beat up on tha foes at tha end of tha show
This time you know, my crooks 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, baby like a superstar
Playa, cause we some playaz and you jus who we are
Crooksta, if you a crook em how ya comin hard

[mr.
Right at cha, awww hell naw I wont ease up
Dont got me now, picture me wit cheese stuffed
In my pockets, I to get it on a paper rage
Gotta make my paper change, increase my weight
Set tha stage, ain't got no on tha payroll
Only my playaz wit me from tha get go
Let it be known I'm dallas, that's in texas
it on, as if you think you can outflex us
Betta bring yo best, cause I'm runnin these fools
I been for this very day, straight up clownin fools
I'll 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
sure my presence 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
a put tha guard on em, i'ma bout to storm on em

[mr.
Now you see in a of clothes, still creased down
Got my ice on my fingers and struttin through tha town
And I cant forget my crown, tha brim like a pimp
my fingers across, that's to make sure of tha fit
Got tha ladies checkin and my hair whipped up
And a in my pocket, french connection in tha cut
Valley ruff on tha mic, when I'm chillin like
That's when I'm ballin wit my crooks feelin and shit
I'm comin dizzy wit hits, and cant nobody 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 cats that'll you and yo homeboys
Me and solo johnson in tha old school
Clubbin wit no rules, peepin tha 2
Eatin soul food and now we choosin
mr. pookie neighborhood watchin, crooks is movin