Luyện nghe bài hát Comin Hard

[mr.
Now uh, which way he came, or right, you can squash that
I came from all playa, can you top that?
I got em waitin mr. rippla, how you it?
See, i'ma drop it wit a cd full of major
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
time to shine, time to polish off my game right
Krunk like it's game night or a roy jones title
Wit combinations that can spark up in a blaze
I'm gettin paid you bustas goin haywire
So wha you say now? I tha ruckus
Testin tha bustas, got sumthin to say but no love us
Indeed, I bring tha trees it's time to choke
Ready to beat up on tha at tha end of tha show
time you know, my crooks stay on top of they 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, hustle 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.
Right 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 paper
Gotta make my paper change, increase my paper
Set tha stage, ain't got no killaz on tha
Only my crook playaz wit me tha get go
Let it be known I'm from dallas, that's in
Bring it on, as if you you can outflex us
Betta yo best, cause I'm runnin round these fools
I waitin for this very day, straight up clownin fools
I'll face him, who, you, wha, that's to all my
See we gunnin we runnin playa, knockin down closed doors
And uh, down to strike a pose I finish rippin on these figgaz
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, creased down
Got my ice on my fingers and struttin through tha town
And I cant forget my crown, flip tha brim like a
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
ruff on tha mic, when I'm chillin like this
That's when I'm ballin wit my 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 solo johnson in tha old school
wit no rules, peepin tha foes 2
Eatin some soul food and now we
mr. pookie neighborhood watchin, crooks is movin