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, 'cause i gotta
Milk the 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 bellin like jackie, persey.
Try and join em' i can help you with
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 they squeezin nuthin.
Im weezy fuck it! Leave a mothafuckin weezin when my ass done em'
And i dont ask for nuthin boy! i asked and buggy boy!!
And ask for money, the young god turn cash to money, its that simple!

(Chorus)
And we aint bout shit
We grindin a mothafucker tryna stay rich
The cops on my trail so the gotta 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 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 wall could hear me.
And if these walls could talk, prolly cry the the strings on a guitar.
And see you, you with that bullshit thats leadway to the
Don't me cut off the lights! GOODNIGHT!!

*Baby's