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 sellin like prada.
Speak Up! the two like holla.
Ya heard me. got the fools like jackie, persey.
Try and join em' i can help you that
Im important in rap with you special with gats.
You know the young god blessed you in fact, he sneezed or sumthin.
Even wit a stack of money in hand they aint squeezin nuthin.
Im weezy fuck it! Leave a mothafuckin weezin my ass done pumped em'
And i dont ask for nuthin boy! i only and buggy boy!!
And ask for money, watch the young god turn cash to money, its simple!

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

*Baby's

Weezy . . and i to the end of the road.
Im hotter 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 wall hear me.
And if these walls talk, they prolly cry the the strings on a guitar.
And see you, you with that bullshit leadway to the dark
make me cut off the lights! GOODNIGHT!!

*Baby's