Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Worried About Sh*t

Ha! I'm so cool! Bird-man, Bird-man, J.R.! You Know! Yup Yup!! Yup Yup!! BK
See I, Ride when i gotta, 'cause i gotta
Milk the til its sour.
What i gotta do to streets when its hotter.
Even tho the boy sellin like prada.
Speak Up! the two yellin holla.
Ya me. got the fools bellin like jackie, persey.
Try and join em' i can help you that
Im important in rap with you know special gats.
You know the young god blessed you in fact, like he or sumthin.
Even wit a stack of money in they hand aint squeezin nuthin.
Im weezy fuck it! Leave a mothafuckin when my ass done pumped em'
And i dont ask for nuthin boy! i asked and buggy boy!!
And ask for money, watch the young god turn to money, its that simple!

(Chorus)
And we aint stressin shit
We grindin a mothafucker tryna stay rich
The cops on my trail so the tracks switch
See niggas with shouldnt act like this.
Yeah!
And we aint stressin bout
We grindin like a mothafucker tryna stay
The cops on my so the tracks gotta switch
See niggas with shouldnt act like this.

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Weezy . . and i to the end of the road.
Im than the fire on the end of the fo'
And plenty times i had to get it the floor.
but then i made it to the ceiling and every could hear me.
And if walls could talk, they prolly cry the the strings on a guitar.
And see you, you that bullshit thats leadway to the dark
Don't me cut off the lights! GOODNIGHT!!

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