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, when i gotta, grind 'cause i gotta
the game til its sour.
What i gotta do to bank streets its hotter.
tho the boy smooth sellin like prada.
Speak Up! the two yellin holla.
Ya me. got the fools bellin like jackie, persey.
Try and join em' i can help you with
Im important in rap with you special with gats.
You know the young god blessed you in fact, like he 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, the young god turn cash to money, its that simple!

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

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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, they prolly cry the the on a guitar.
And see you, you with that bullshit thats to the dark
make me cut off the lights! GOODNIGHT!!

*Baby's