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
the game til its sour.
What i do to bank streets when its hotter.
tho the boy smooth sellin like prada.
Speak Up! the two yellin holla.
Ya heard me. got the bellin like jackie, persey.
Try and join em' i can help you with
Im important in rap you know special with gats.
You the young god blessed you in fact, like he sneezed or sumthin.
wit a stack of money in they hand they aint squeezin nuthin.
Im fuck it! Leave 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 turn to money, its that simple!

(Chorus)
And we aint stressin shit
We grindin like a tryna stay rich
The on my trail so the tracks gotta switch
See niggas money shouldnt 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 niggas with money 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 i had to get it from the floor.
but then i it to the ceiling and every wall could hear me.
And if walls could 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