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

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

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

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

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

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

Leave a motherf***** when I asthma pump him, yeah
And I ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy
And as for money, the young God turn cash to money
'Cause him

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

Yeah, and we stressin' 'bout s***
We grindin' a mo'f***** tryin' stay rich
The on my trail so my track I switch
See n***** with money act like this

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

Disrespect that dogg
third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
And make a n****
When you with a soldier with the grandmaster plan ***

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 n****

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

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

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

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

And if these walls 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 hood gettin' our on
Every uptown gotta have they tool on
Yeah, and Birdman'd down
N**** represent the bling I hold my own crown n****

***, a hood high clique
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I 'em ***
The only way we know is how to flip and rescore 'em
And go and get more dough, ***

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

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