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 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 game
like it's game night or a roy jones title fight
Wit combinations that can spark up in a blaze
I'm gettin paid while you goin haywire
So wha you say now? I tha ruckus
Testin tha bustas, got sumthin to say but no they us
Indeed, I bring tha when it's time to choke
Ready to beat up on tha foes at tha end of tha
This time you know, my crooks stay on top of game
And you least expect it thea's anotha hook to tha brain

Chorus(juiell)

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

[mr.
Right back at cha, hell naw I wont ease up
Dont got me krunk now, picture me wit cheese
In my pockets, I bout to get it on a rage
Gotta make my paper change, increase my weight
Set tha stage, got no killaz on tha payroll
Only my playaz wit me from tha get go
Let it be known I'm from dallas, that's in
Bring it on, as if you think you can us
bring yo best, cause I'm runnin round these fools
I been for this very day, straight up clownin fools
I'll face him, who, you, wha, to all my foes
See we gunnin when we runnin playa, knockin down closed
And uh, down to strike a pose when I finish on these figgaz
Makin sure my presence felt, boy I been bound to up wit cha
It's tha mr. hard 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 change of clothes, creased down
Got my ice on my fingers and struttin hard through tha
And I forget 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 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 tipsy and
I'm comin dizzy wit hits, and cant 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 cats that'll you and yo homeboys
Me and pookie johnson in tha old school
wit no rules, peepin tha foes 2
Eatin soul food and now we choosin
It's mr. neighborhood watchin, crooks is movin