Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't No Problem

[Chorus: T.O.]
If it was a problem, we ain't about it, so we ain't worried 'bout it
If you the shit then why you actin' like a nerd about it?
Another for the opps, I ain't heard about it
You niggas never touchin' money, we ain't heard it

1: Yhung T.O.]
Ridin' in that body, tucked with them huns on me
No ones me, on me, bitch these funds on me
Baby throw that ass back, tote gun for me
Shout out to the real who got love for me
I spendin' big money, legendary, big money
Ten choosin' fee, bitch can't get shit from me
up that bag, GF4 with the grip on it
Been for the Glock, I don't want it 'less the stick on it,
I can't trust niggas, be snitchin'
We statin' all facts, you niggas for attention
I been paranoid so I'm with extensions
Rounds for the opps, keep the stocks for the

2: ?]
Run the streets every day and pray I it home
Hope your ass be when the pressure on
I was just with my nigga, now my nigga
I was in the trap, now I'm on the road
up, daily routine, nigga that's a must
Good with them numbers but a lot of ain't addin' up
I in my bag nigga, you might catch me actin' up
Thought he had a lick that draco had him backin' up
I'm the one, run that whole hood, better ask
Locked in with some real niggas, no the town
I'm in too deep, you niggas would drown
Way past broke, poor bitch, at a nigga now, ayy

3: ?]
Need it for the right price, I tapped in with the
She say I'm actin' funny when I'm off them drugs
Gang, that shit forever, bro it's on the love
Stompin' on necks about these checks, niggas catchin' slugs
Niggas actin' like it's war, this what they want
Nerds in they section poppin' off, yeah what they don't
If it's funk then say it's funk 'cause bring it on
Big K, round drum to take a nigga's soul

[Verse 4: Mone]
We came from snatchin' niggas' chains to runnin' pockets
Shootin' with trick dice, now we ridin' with rockets
Fuckin' up all the club then rob it for
Now we pussy niggas, don't get out of pocket
I'll shoot bitch ass so don't play with me
Ain't no pussy niggas or no snitches on agency
Disrespect my nigga Dot's then you gon' lay with him
Big rolled up and 'bout to face a three
Met a cute lil bitch from the Pacers be
get to dumpin', put his ass in emergency
Steppin' on they neck for everybody who heard of me
I'm snatchin' off they neck if them ain't gon' work with me, it's Shred

[Verse 5:
Bitch I'm that nigga, stop actin' like you don't
Tic-tac bullets jammers, we don't tote those
Young skinny nigga iced out, I'm Frozone
If bro ain't what the fuck I'ma roll for?
No joke, playin' your life that shit no joke
Klay Thompson to a nigga bitch, I got more
Since you big headed dumb bitch, I need more
Yeah you cute but you broke, you a hobo
Fast livin', I love this shit
Yeah I heard life a bitch but I love this
Any hatred towards me, and love this clip
In and out with your bitch, I cum then dip

[Verse 6: Masoe]
I trippin', Percocets and lean got me vicious
RIP my nigga Tutu, lookin' like him with Smith 'n
Ridin' some demons, leave me missin' like suspension
Get Money, BandGang, and Big Money, the niggas
No security, we strapped, gotta call no hitters
If your ho then get the ho 'cause she just fucked my nigga
Lil bro can't buy liquor but served half these niggas
Cookie from the Bay but we ain't even left the
We was hittin' bitches, you was dishes
Thumbin' through some chicken, you was arguin' your sister
Don't get in this fi you ain't comin' with no pistol
keep a whistle in order to be offical motherfuckers

7: ?]
Young nigga, big money, on my shit
Tutu Gang forever, for my brother I'ma off
All these niggas claim they shooters, drop shit
Thirty hangin' off mopstick when that Glock drip
Drop a bag on my neck, watch light work
Fuck a fight sir, forty 'em like an iceberg
All that flexin', lil nigga what your life
Choose the right words, your life when that light bursts
I been ridin' in that foreign shred somethin'
Had to send somethin', set her down and got them bands
How it's beef you niggas, never said nothin'
down on 'em, send shots and had his man runnin'

[Verse 8: Lonnie Bands]
Got a doctor's appointment, 'bout to go and get a
Talked the doctor out of five scripts 'cause I'm
This draco soundin' too just like Mystikal
Fatality, all these gon' finish you
You don't want them perky tans, them bitches sell like top
I swear I that MAC-10, I hit a play then rap it
Nigga you ain' cut, you crazy to the ugly bitch
I'm the type to get the and dip on that funky bitch
These seven six will have your motherfuckin' head split
Sucker your bitch ass, make your fuckin' head spin
I ain't fightin' fair, I'ma find a way to win
I'm hoppin' out that hoopty van, at Mercedes Benz, nigga

[Chorus: T.O.]
If it was a problem, we ain't about it, so we ain't worried 'bout it
If you with the then why you actin' like a nerd about it?
Another for the opps, I ain't heard about it
You niggas never money, we ain't heard about it
If it was a problem, we ain't heard about it, so we worried 'bout it
If you with the shit then why you actin' like a nerd it?
Another for the opps, I ain't heard about it
You niggas never touchin' money, we heard about it