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

Ha, I'm, so cool, ***
Stand one, blow one ***,
I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they
'Til they get us ***

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

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

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

You the young God bless you in fact
you sneezed or somethin'
Even with a stack of money in hand
They ain't squeezin' nothin', I'm f*** it

a motherf***** wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah
And I don't ask for boy, I only ask them buggy boy
And as for money, the young God turn 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 so my track I switch
See n***** with money shouldn't act this

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

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

Disrespect that Nolia
third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
And a n**** understand
When you f***** with a soldier with the grandmaster ***

I'm to make a few millions
Buy a few buildings, one day dealin'
And go and my children
Got it on my mind, that's the way a livin'

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

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

Yeah, and we ain't stressin' 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

Weezy, and I ride to the end of the
And I'm hotter a fire on the end of the fo'
And times I had to get it from the flo'
But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall hear me

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

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

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

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

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

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