Luyện nghe bài hát Comin Hard

[mr.
Now uh, which way he came, left or right, you can squash
I came all directions playa, can you top that?
I got em waitin mr. rippla, how you it?
See, i'ma drop it wit a cd of major hits
I got tha switch when it's click, I'm in tha zone
And plus you that I'm gon rip it fo tha song through
It's time to shine, time to polish off my right
like 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 love 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 they
And when you expect it thea's anotha hook to tha brain

Chorus(juiell)

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

[mr.
Right back at cha, awww hell naw I wont up
got me krunk now, picture me wit cheese stuffed
In my pockets, I bout to get it on a paper
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 yo best, cause I'm runnin round these fools
I been waitin for this very day, up clownin fools
I'll face him, who, you, wha, to all my foes
See we gunnin when we playa, knockin down closed doors
And uh, down to strike a pose when I finish rippin on figgaz
Makin sure my presence felt, boy I 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 to storm on em

[mr.
Now you see in a change of clothes, creased down
Got my ice on my fingers and hard through tha town
And I cant forget my crown, flip tha brim a pimp
Slide my fingers across, that's to make of tha fit
Got tha checkin this and my hair whipped 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 feelin tipsy and shit
I'm dizzy wit hits, and cant nobody 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 know some tru that'll whoop you and yo homeboys
Me and pookie johnson in tha old school
wit no rules, peepin tha foes 2
Eatin some soul and now we choosin
It's mr. pookie neighborhood watchin, crooks is