Luyện nghe bài hát Comin Hard

[mr.
Now uh, way he came, left or right, you can squash that
I came from all playa, can you top that?
I got em mr. rippla, how you droppin it?
See, i'ma drop it wit a cd full of major
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 it's game night or a roy jones title fight
Wit combinations can spark up in a blaze fire
I'm paid while you bustas goin haywire
So wha you say now? I tha ruckus
Testin tha bustas, got to say but no they love us
Indeed, I bring tha when it's time to choke
Ready to up on tha foes at tha end of tha show
time you know, my crooks stay on top of they game
And when you least 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 hard

[mr.
back at cha, awww 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 paper
Gotta make my paper change, increase my weight
Set tha stage, ain't got no killaz on tha
Only my crook playaz wit me tha get go
Let it be I'm from dallas, that's in texas
Bring it on, as if you you can outflex us
Betta bring yo best, cause I'm runnin these fools
I been waitin for very day, straight up clownin fools
face 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
Makin sure my presence felt, boy I been bound to up wit cha
It's tha mr. comin hard on em, tha track, i'ma bomb on em
Kevin a put tha 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 cant forget my crown, tha brim like a pimp
Slide my fingers across, that's to make of tha fit
Got tha ladies checkin this and my hair up
And a sack in my pocket, french in tha cut
ruff on tha mic, when I'm chillin like this
That's when I'm ballin wit my crooks feelin and shit
I'm comin dizzy wit hits, and cant fade tha g's
I'm as witable, hitable no he on these 3's
You can try, you wont succeed, I'm to like, playboy
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 some soul and now we choosin
It's mr. neighborhood watchin, crooks is movin