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 gotta do to bank streets its hotter.
tho the boy smooth sellin like prada.
Speak Up! the two yellin holla.
Ya heard me. got the fools like jackie, persey.
Try and join em' i can help you that
Im important in rap you know special with gats.
You know the young god blessed you in fact, like he 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 to money, its that simple!

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

*Baby's

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 hear me.
And if these walls could talk, prolly cry the the strings on a guitar.
And see you, you with bullshit thats leadway to the dark
make me cut off the lights! GOODNIGHT!!

*Baby's