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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Disrespect that Nolia
Them third Hot Boy soldiers dogg
And make a understand
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, the way a n**** livin'

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

Yeah, and we ain't 'bout s***
We grindin' like a mo'f***** tryin' stay
The cops on my trail so my 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 on my trail 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 hotter than a on the end of the fo'
And plenty I had to get it from the flo'
But I made it to the and every wall could hear me

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

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

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

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

Yeah, and we ain't stressin' 'bout
We grindin' like a tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I
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 n**** you got your issue, n****, me? One