Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

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

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

1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm straight edge, no
That pussy boneless, that
I fuck with real riders, and they paid
Niggas crying wolf, I wipe them tears away
I swear my trust my work
So I these hoes that work
They say the best in life 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 at the light
I Marley light the weed,
Then I lit them up before that motherfucka turn green
Your ride my like a go kart
I play that pussy 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 ain't
Oh no I swear to God I ain't
And that pussy get purchased, hoe
Ain't got no problems in this for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up workin

2: Lil Wayne]
I em long hair and curvy
And if niggas think it's a game I leave brains on their jerseys
She said she love me, that's the molly
Her so wet, it keep sliding off it
She got a nigga, but he ain't me
I'm the gangsta, he the remix
Girl do you use same mouth to kiss your mama?
I say only God can judge me, your honor
Yeah, and her birthday is her pajamas
She said I didn't know 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 Money Money Obama
fuck the world no condom
If he twisted, unwind him
And this pistol came a silence,
But I swear to God he it

And I swear to God I nervous
Nah, I swear to got I 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 turn up ain't workin
Baby I do some mouth and lip service
She gon' ride this dick like the Kentucky

3: Boo]
On that Pat I'm swervin
Game tight like
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, your bitch got a to sit
Yeah I'm wildin' off shroomies,
Ain't got no like Tunechi
All my chicks be
Wanna hold hands, then movies
I be like God damn, make a nigga it
Ain't no talkin, get to it
Real winnin, fake niggas losin
Bitch I leave pussy with bruises

Girl, I swear to God I nervous
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 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 head behind the curtains