Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Hard To Find

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
I'll be right there, posted on 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all
And a bag of sticky green limes

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

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

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

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, posted on 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all
And a bag of icky green limes

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

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

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

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

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

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

nights with burner in hand
'Cause now a days them plot
Jealousy turn friends to foes, I'm packin' around the clock
Stackin' nots and mackin' hoes, chasin' and ridin' vogues
Get that dough without the po's on five nine 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 hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on 5 9
I got a in my lap at all times
And a bag of icky green limes