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 like holla.
Ya heard me. got the fools bellin jackie, persey.
Try and join em' i can help you with
Im in rap with you know special with 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 weezin when my ass done pumped em'
And i dont ask for nuthin boy! i only asked and boy!!
And ask for money, the young god turn cash to money, its that simple!

(Chorus)
And we aint stressin bout
We grindin like a tryna stay rich
The cops on my trail so the tracks switch
See with money shouldnt act like this.
Yeah!
And we aint stressin bout
We grindin like a mothafucker tryna rich
The cops on my trail so the tracks gotta
See niggas with shouldnt 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 made it to the ceiling and every 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 to the dark
Don't me cut off the lights! GOODNIGHT!!

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