Luyện nghe bài hát Comin Hard

[mr.
Now uh, which way he came, or right, you can squash 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 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 right
Krunk it's game night or a roy jones title fight
Wit that can spark up in a blaze fire
I'm gettin paid you bustas goin haywire
So wha you say now? I brought tha
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 at tha end of tha show
This time you know, my crooks stay on top of game
And when you least expect it thea's anotha 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 back at cha, awww naw I wont ease up
got me krunk now, picture 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, got no killaz on tha payroll
Only my crook playaz wit me tha get go
Let it be known I'm from dallas, that's in
it on, as if you think you can outflex us
Betta bring yo best, cause I'm runnin these fools
I been waitin for this very day, straight up fools
I'll face him, who, you, wha, to all my foes
See we gunnin we runnin playa, knockin down closed doors
And uh, down to strike a pose when I rippin on these figgaz
Makin my presence felt, boy I been bound to come up wit cha
It's tha mr. comin hard on em, bring tha track, 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 hard tha town
And I forget my crown, flip tha brim like a pimp
Slide my fingers across, to make sure of tha fit
Got tha checkin this and my hair whipped up
And a sack in my pocket, french in tha cut
Valley ruff on tha mic, when I'm chillin this
That's when I'm ballin wit my feelin tipsy and shit
I'm dizzy wit hits, and cant nobody fade 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 that'll whoop you and yo homeboys
Me and pookie solo in tha old school
Clubbin wit no rules, tha foes 2
some soul food and now we choosin
It's mr. pookie neighborhood watchin, crooks is