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 waitin mr. rippla, how you it?
See, drop 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 game
Krunk like it's game night or a roy title fight
Wit that can spark up in a blaze fire
I'm gettin while you bustas goin haywire
So wha you say now? I brought tha
Testin tha bustas, got sumthin to say but no love us
Indeed, I bring tha when it's time to choke
Ready to beat up on tha at tha end of tha show
This you know, my crooks stay on top of they game
And when you least expect it thea's anotha hook to tha

Chorus(juiell)

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

[mr.
back at cha, awww hell naw I wont ease up
Dont got me krunk now, me wit cheese stuffed
In my pockets, I bout to get it on a rage
Gotta my paper change, increase my paper weight
Set tha stage, ain't got no on tha payroll
my crook playaz wit me from tha get go
Let it be known I'm dallas, that's in texas
Bring it on, as if you you can outflex us
Betta bring yo best, I'm runnin round these fools
I been waitin for this very day, up clownin fools
I'll face him, who, you, wha, that's to all my
See we gunnin when we playa, knockin down closed doors
And uh, down to strike a pose when I finish rippin on these
Makin sure my presence felt, boy I been bound to up wit cha
tha mr. comin hard on em, bring tha track, i'ma 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 fingers and struttin 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 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 like
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, hitable no he strappin on 3's
You can try, you wont succeed, I'm to playa like,
I know some tru that'll whoop you and yo homeboys
Me and pookie solo in tha old school
wit no rules, peepin tha foes 2
Eatin some soul food and now we
It's mr. pookie neighborhood watchin, is movin