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 i gotta, grind 'cause i gotta
Milk the til its sour.
What i gotta do to bank when its hotter.
tho the boy smooth sellin like prada.
Speak Up! the two yellin holla.
Ya heard me. got the bellin like jackie, persey.
Try and join em' i can you with that
Im in rap with you know special with gats.
You know the young god blessed you in fact, he sneezed or sumthin.
Even wit a stack of money in they they aint squeezin nuthin.
Im weezy fuck it! Leave a mothafuckin when my ass done pumped em'
And i dont ask for nuthin boy! i only and buggy boy!!
And ask for money, the young god turn cash to money, its that simple!

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

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Weezy . . and i to the end of the road.
Im hotter than the on the end of the fo'
And times i had to get it from the floor.
but then i made it to the and every wall could hear me.
And if these walls could talk, prolly cry the the strings on a guitar.
And see you, you with that thats leadway to the dark
make me cut off the lights! GOODNIGHT!!

*Baby's