Luyện nghe bài hát Comin Hard

[mr.
Now uh, which way he came, or right, you can squash that
I from all directions playa, can you top that?
I got em mr. rippla, how you droppin it?
See, drop it wit a cd full of major hits
I got tha when it's click, I'm in tha zone fool
And plus you know I'm gon rip it fo tha song through
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 up in a blaze fire
I'm gettin paid while you goin haywire
So wha you say now? I tha ruckus
tha bustas, got sumthin to say but no they love us
Indeed, I bring tha when it's time to choke
to beat up on tha foes at tha end of tha show
This 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 tell em how you hard
Hustla, if you a hustla, baby hustle like a
Playa, cause we some and you know jus who we are
Crooksta, if you a crook tell em how ya hard

[mr.
Right back at cha, hell naw I wont ease up
Dont got me krunk now, picture me wit stuffed
In my pockets, I to get it on a paper 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, in texas
Bring it on, as if you you can outflex us
Betta bring yo best, cause I'm runnin round these
I waitin for this very day, straight up clownin fools
face him, who, you, wha, that's to all my foes
See we gunnin when we playa, knockin down closed doors
And uh, down to strike a pose when I finish on these figgaz
Makin my presence felt, boy I been bound to come up wit cha
It's tha mr. comin on em, bring tha track, i'ma 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, still creased
Got my ice on my and struttin hard through tha town
And I cant my crown, flip tha brim like a pimp
Slide my fingers across, to make sure of tha fit
Got tha ladies this and my hair whipped up
And a sack in my pocket, french in tha cut
Valley ruff on tha mic, when I'm like this
That's when I'm wit my crooks feelin tipsy and shit
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 tru cats that'll whoop you and yo homeboys
Me and pookie johnson in tha old school
Clubbin wit no rules, tha foes 2
Eatin soul food and now we choosin
It's mr. neighborhood watchin, crooks is movin