Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

I ain't
I swear to God I nervous
Nah, nah
And I'm laughin at them niggas
And that pussy shit they
Gettin cake like I'm
My Drake 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 to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my
got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you up but your turn up ain't workin
Just want some mouth and lip service,
I'm head behind the Maybach curtains

[Verse 1: Lil
Ok I'm edge, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, that
I fuck with real riders, and they tickets
crying wolf, while I wipe them tears away
I swear my mama my work
So I give these hoes that
They say the best things in are free
So that's why it cost for you to get
Have my pants like fuck it
I'm still on my business, my birthday in jail
I was making bad decisions, saw my enemy at the
I told light the weed,
Then I lit them niggas up before that motherfucka green
Your bitch ride my like a go
I that pussy like Mozart,
I Mozart these hoes 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 think it's a game I leave their brains on their jerseys
She said she love me, that's the talkin
Her so wet, it keep sliding off it
She got a nigga, but he me bitch
I'm the gangsta, he the remix
Girl do you use that same mouth to your mama?
I say only God can judge me, fuck honor
Yeah, and her suit is her pajamas
She said I didn't your dick was a recliner
I her man in his eye give him a shiner
I him
Him and co-signed him
I get Adam like
Young Cash 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 ain't
Nah, I swear to got I nervous, aha
Bitch I'm a God, I be rappin in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, and for certain
I see you up but your turn up ain't workin
Baby I do some mouth and lip service
She gon' ride this like the Kentucky Derby

3: Boo]
On that Pat I'm swervin
Game tight virgins
Got a bad she Persian,
Call her AK she squirtin
You see the I'm with,
boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, your bitch got a to sit
Yeah I'm off them shroomies,
Ain't got no worries like
All my chicks be
Wanna hold hands, watch movies
I be like God damn, a nigga lose it
no talkin, let's get to it
Real niggas winnin, fake losin
Bitch I leave that with bruises

Girl, I swear to God I nervous
I to God I ain't nervous
No, I to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my
Ain't got no problems in bitch and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, you end up a person
She got a Tunechi on her
I'm getting head the Maybach curtains