Luyện nghe bài hát Comin Hard

[mr.
Now uh, which way he came, left or right, you can that
I came from all directions playa, can you top
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 to shine, time to polish off my game right
Krunk like it's game night or a roy jones fight
Wit combinations can spark 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
Ready to beat up on tha at tha end of tha show
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 some and you know jus who we are
Crooksta, if you a crook em how ya comin hard

[mr.
Right at cha, awww hell naw I wont ease up
got me krunk now, picture me wit cheese stuffed
In my pockets, I bout to get it on a paper
Gotta make my paper change, my paper weight
Set tha stage, ain't got no on tha payroll
Only my crook wit me from 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, I'm runnin round these fools
I been waitin for this very day, up clownin fools
I'll 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 rippin on figgaz
Makin sure my presence felt, boy I 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 on em, i'ma bout to storm on em

[mr.
Now you see in a change of clothes, still down
Got my ice on my fingers and struttin through tha town
And I cant my crown, flip tha brim like a pimp
my fingers across, that's to make sure of tha fit
Got tha ladies checkin and my hair whipped up
And a in my pocket, french connection in tha cut
Valley on tha mic, when I'm chillin 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 on these 3's
You can try, you wont succeed, I'm to like, playboy
I know some tru cats that'll 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
mr. pookie neighborhood watchin, crooks is movin