Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Hard To Find

If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to
I'll be there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all
And a bag of sticky icky limes

If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to
I'll be right there, on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all
And a bag of sticky icky limes

I got that paper in them rubber bands, up
And I got somethin' in the stash, wrapped up
If you see purple in my cup, that I'm leanin' tough
I got them haters on my back, so I be up

I'm in a league of my own while haters throw stones
But my on cash, I'm in the zone
I'm grippin' wood and chrome
I'm known, my wrist is rocky like Stallone
is where I roam, the champ is here and there is no clone

Off top, I'm well respected on many
So I'm hundreds and smashin' cocks
Knockin' these broads up out socks
I'm in the like wig shops, look close, I ain't hard to spot
I'm right at that gamblin' spot, stackin' up a fat not

So if you for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all
And a bag of icky green limes

If you for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all
And a bag of sticky icky green

I'm a block burner like Lil' Wayne, revisin' the game like King
The head like Slim Thug Chain
I'm hooks like Sugar Shane
I'm thowed off like Major Payne, shit like Brother Lane
These boys down on the name
But all washed up like Eddie Kane

The slab roof like David Blaine, it disappear like
Glock nineteen, made of plastic, might ya out just like elastic
I up on my toes till the day that my casket close
Bankrolls and fine hoes, cars and starched clothes

Weed cigars and Moet rolls, pints a bar and dro
Dime collector outside the club in candy toy the trunk exposed
Swishahouse, baby, that's my crew, roll wit us or you'll get ran
We loved by few and still true, let me tell just what it do

So if you lookin' for me, I hard to find
I'll be there, posted on that 5 9
I got a in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green

If you lookin' for me, I ain't to find
I'll be right there, on that 5 9
I got a in my lap at all times
And a bag of icky green limes

It's time, Texas, I do this for the streets
with no sleep because that paper what I seek
That hatin' need to cease, I'm evadin' the
And I been hustlin' Hulk Hogan body slammed that Iron Sheek

My flow is sight but them boys is all hype
They see me up on that mic, so they be hatin' me outta spite
Some potent purple Sprite, I done paid my
I hear the strong survive but the weak end up on Fox

Sleepless nights with in hand
now a days them jackass plot
Jealousy turn friends to foes, I'm glocks around the clock
Stackin' nots and mackin' hoes, chasin' paper and ridin'
Get that dough the po's on five nine double O

So if you lookin' for me, I ain't to find
I'll be there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all
And a bag of sticky icky limes

If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to
be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky limes