Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

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

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

1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm straight edge, no
That pussy boneless, that
I fuck with real riders, and tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf, while I wipe tears away
I swear my mama my work
So I give these hoes work
say the best things in life are free
So that's why it for you to get murked
Have my saggin like fuck it
I'm still on my business, spent my birthday in
I was bad decisions, saw my enemy at the light
I Marley light the weed,
Then I lit them niggas up before that turn green
Your bitch my like a go kart
I play pussy like Mozart,
I Mozart these hoes hearts and then after they worthless, man

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

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

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

3: Boo]
On Pat Ryan I'm swervin
Game tight like
Got a bad she Persian,
Call her AK she squirtin
You see the I'm with,
That boy Boo the
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
Wanna hold hands, then watch
I be God damn, make a nigga lose it
Ain't no talkin, get to it
Real niggas winnin, fake niggas
Bitch I leave pussy with bruises

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