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 i gotta, grind 'cause i gotta
Milk the til its sour.
What i gotta do to streets when its hotter.
Even tho the boy sellin like prada.
Up! the two yellin like holla.
Ya heard me. got the fools bellin jackie, persey.
Try and join em' i can help you with
Im important in rap with you know with gats.
You the young god blessed you in fact, like he sneezed or sumthin.
Even wit a of money in they hand they aint squeezin nuthin.
Im weezy fuck it! a mothafuckin weezin when my ass done pumped em'
And i dont ask for nuthin boy! i only asked and boy!!
And ask for money, watch the young god cash to money, its that simple!

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

*Baby's

Weezy . . and i to the end of the road.
Im than the fire on the end of the fo'
And times i had to get it from the floor.
but then i made it to the and every wall could hear me.
And if these could talk, they prolly cry the the strings on a guitar.
And see you, you with that bullshit thats to the dark
make me cut off the lights! GOODNIGHT!!

*Baby's