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 bank streets its hotter.
Even tho the boy smooth like prada.
Speak Up! the two like holla.
Ya heard me. got the fools like jackie, persey.
Try and join em' i can help you that
Im important in rap with you know special 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 weezy it! Leave a mothafuckin weezin when my ass done pumped em'
And i dont ask for boy! i only asked and buggy boy!!
And ask for money, watch the young god turn to money, its that simple!

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

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Weezy . . and i to the end of the road.
Im than the fire on the end of the fo'
And plenty times i had to get it the floor.
but then i it to the ceiling and every wall could hear me.
And if these walls could talk, they cry the the strings on a guitar.
And see you, you with bullshit thats leadway to the dark
Don't me cut off the lights! GOODNIGHT!!

*Baby's