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, when i gotta, grind 'cause i gotta
the game til its sour.
What i gotta do to bank when its hotter.
Even tho the boy smooth like prada.
Up! the two yellin like holla.
Ya heard me. got the fools like jackie, persey.
Try and join em' i can help you with
Im important in rap you know special with gats.
You know the young god you in fact, like he sneezed or sumthin.
Even wit a stack of money in they hand they 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, watch the god turn cash to money, its that simple!

(Chorus)
And we aint stressin bout
We grindin like a mothafucker tryna stay
The cops on my trail so the tracks switch
See niggas with money act like this.
Yeah!
And we aint stressin shit
We grindin like a mothafucker stay 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 the fire on the end of the fo'
And plenty i had to get it from the floor.
but then i made it to the ceiling and every wall hear me.
And if these could talk, they 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