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

(Chorus)
And we aint stressin shit
We grindin like a mothafucker tryna stay
The cops on my trail so the tracks gotta
See niggas money shouldnt act like this.
Yeah!
And we stressin bout shit
We grindin like a mothafucker tryna stay
The cops on my so the tracks gotta switch
See niggas with money 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 times i had to get it from the floor.
but then i made it to the ceiling and every wall could me.
And if these walls could talk, they cry the the strings on a guitar.
And see you, you with that bullshit thats leadway to the
make me cut off the lights! GOODNIGHT!!

*Baby's