Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Worried Bout Sh*t

Ha, I'm, so cool, ***
Stand one, one ***, Birdman
I you, we gon' give 'em what they want
they come get us ***

You me? We gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more
So y'all might as eat this food ***
And it got to be the of the best
One, come one shorty, get me ***

See I, ride when I gotta, 'cause I gotta
Milk this game it's sour
Why I gotta do the Backstreets when hotter
Even though the boy smooth like Prada, speak up

The tool like, holla, you heard me?
Got the fools like Jackie, Kersee
You try join him, I can you with that
I'm important in rap but I'm with gats

You know the young God bless you in
Like you or somethin'
Even a stack of money in they hand
They ain't squeezin' nothin', I'm Weezy it

Leave a motherf***** wheezin' when I pump him, yeah
And I ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy
And as for money, watch the young God cash to money
that's him

Yeah, and we ain't 'bout s***
We grindin' like a mo'f***** tryin' rich
The cops on my trail so my track I
See n***** money shouldn't act like this

Yeah, and we ain't stressin' 'bout
We like a mo'f***** tryin' stay rich
The on my trail so my track I switch
See n***** with shouldn't act like this

Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud here
N**** better stop hatin' before they
I see the ol' ***
And pop the same ol' *** 'til neighborhood hit, bitch

that Nolia dogg
Them third world Hot Boy dogg
And make a n****
When you f***** a soldier with the grandmaster plan ***

I'm to make a few millions
Buy a few buildings, one day stop
And go and raise my
Got it on my mind, the way a n**** livin'

I ya back '84
*** game jumpin' when the water hit the ***
we was doin' it dogg
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it

Yeah, and we stressin' 'bout s***
We like a mo'f***** tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I
See n***** money shouldn't act like this

Yeah, and we ain't stressin' s***
We grindin' like a mo'f***** tryin' stay
The cops on my trail so my track I
See n***** with money shouldn't act like

Weezy, and I to the end of the road
And I'm hotter than a on the end of the fo'
And plenty times I had to get it from the
But I it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me

And if walls could talk, they probably cry
Like the on the guitar
And see you, you with that that's leave way to the door
to cut off the lights, goodnight

Look, it's Sunday, we in the gettin' our groove on
Every n**** uptown gotta have tool on
Yeah, and Birdman'd down
N**** represent the bling 'cause I hold my own crown

***, a rich high clique
That from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em ***
The only way that we know is how to flip and 'em
And go and get some dough, ***

Yeah, and we ain't stressin' s***
We like a mo'f***** tryin' stay rich
The cops on my so my track I switch
See n***** with money shouldn't act this

Yeah, and we stressin' 'bout s***
We grindin' like a mo'f***** stay rich
The cops on my so my track I switch
See n***** money shouldn't act like this

Birdman, man ***
Yeah, that's how goin' diggity ***
Give anything in
If you in the line of duty you got your issue, n****, feel me? One