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

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

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

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

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

You know the God bless you in fact
Like you or somethin'
with 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 don't ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them boy
And as for money, the young God turn cash to money
'Cause him

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

Yeah, and we stressin' '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, pimpin', there's fraud 'round here
N**** better hatin' before they disappear
I see the ol' ***
And pop the same ol' *** 'til neighborhood hit, bitch

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

I'm tryin' to 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' the water hit the flo' ***
'Cause we was doin' it
gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg

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

Yeah, and we ain't 'bout 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 this

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

And if these walls could talk, 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 our groove on
Every n**** uptown have they tool on
Yeah, and they down
N**** the bling 'cause I hold my own crown n****

***, a hood rich clique
That come 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 more dough, ***

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 act like this

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

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