Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

I ain't
I swear to God I nervous
Nah, nah
And I'm laughin at pussy niggas
And that pussy they 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 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
want some mouth and lip service, yeah
I'm gettin head behind the curtains

1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm edge, no ricochet
That boneless, that Chick-Fil-A
I fuck with real riders, and tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf, while I wipe them away
I swear my mama trust my
So I give these hoes that
say the best things in life are free
So that's why it for you to get murked
Have my pants saggin fuck it
I'm still on my business, spent my 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 motherfucka turn
Your bitch ride my a go kart
I play that like Mozart,
I Mozart hoes hearts and then after that they worthless, man

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

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

And I to God I ain't nervous
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 bitch, and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up workin
Baby I do want mouth and lip service
She gon' ride this dick like the Derby

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

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