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 'cause i
the game til its sour.
What i gotta do to streets when its hotter.
Even tho the boy smooth sellin prada.
Speak Up! the two like holla.
Ya heard me. got the bellin like jackie, persey.
Try and join em' i can you with 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 they they aint squeezin nuthin.
Im weezy fuck it! Leave a mothafuckin weezin when my ass pumped em'
And i dont ask for boy! i only asked and buggy boy!!
And ask for money, the young god turn cash to money, its that simple!

(Chorus)
And we aint stressin bout
We grindin like a tryna stay rich
The on my trail so the tracks gotta switch
See niggas with shouldnt act like this.
Yeah!
And we aint stressin bout
We grindin a mothafucker tryna stay rich
The cops on my trail so the tracks switch
See niggas with money act like 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 plenty 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 prolly cry the the on a guitar.
And see you, you with that bullshit thats to the dark
make me cut off the lights! GOODNIGHT!!

*Baby's