Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

I nervous
I swear to God I ain't
Nah, nah
And I'm at them pussy niggas
And that pussy shit doin
Gettin cake I'm Jewish
My Drake he Jewish
I to God I ain't nervous, nah

Lil Wayne]
Ok, I swear to God I nervous
I swear to God I ain't
I say I swear to God I ain't
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my
got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't
Just want some mouth and lip service,
I'm gettin head the Maybach curtains

[Verse 1: Lil
Ok I'm straight edge, no
pussy boneless, that Chick-Fil-A
I with real riders, and they tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf, while I wipe them tears
I swear my mama my work
So I give these that work
They say the best things in life are
So that's why it cost for you to get
Have my saggin like fuck it
I'm on my business, spent my birthday in jail
I was making bad decisions, saw my enemy at the
I told Marley the weed,
Then I lit them niggas up before that turn green
bitch ride my like a go kart
I play that like Mozart,
I Mozart these hearts and then after that they worthless, man

I swear to God I nervous
I say I swear to God I nervous
Oh no I to God I ain't nervous
And that don't get purchased, hoe
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for
I see you turning up but turn up ain't workin

2: Lil Wayne]
I like em long and curvy
And if niggas think it's a game I leave their brains on their
She she love me, that's the molly talkin
Her pussy so wet, it keep off it
She got a nigga, but he ain't me
I'm the gangsta, he the remix
Girl do you use that same to kiss your mama?
I say only God can judge me, fuck your
Yeah, and her birthday suit is her
She said I didn't know dick was a recliner
I punch her man in his eye give him a
I him
Him and whoever him
I get Adam Yolanda
Young Money Cash Obama
It's fuck the no condom
If he twisted, unwind him
And pistol came with a silence,
But I to God he heard it

And I swear to God I ain't
Nah, I to got I ain't nervous, aha
I'm a God, I should be rappin in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, and that's for
I see you turning up but your up ain't workin
Baby I do want some mouth and lip
She gon' ride this dick like the Kentucky

3: Boo]
On Pat Ryan I'm swervin
tight like virgins
Got a bad she Persian,
Call her AK she squirtin
You see the I'm with,
boy Boo the shit
As as I got a face, your bitch got a place to sit
I'm wildin' off them shroomies,
Ain't got no worries Tunechi
All my be boosie
hold hands, then watch movies
I be like God damn, make a lose it
Ain't no talkin, get to it
niggas winnin, fake niggas losin
Bitch I leave that pussy bruises

Girl, I to God I ain't nervous
I to God I ain't nervous
No, I to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and my syrupin
Ain't got no in this bitch and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, you end up a missin
She got a on her booty
I'm getting behind the Maybach curtains