Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

I ain't
I to God I ain't nervous
Nah, nah
And I'm laughin at pussy niggas
And that 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 nervous
I swear to God I nervous
I say I swear to God I ain't
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my
Ain't got no in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up workin
Just some mouth and lip service, yeah
I'm gettin head behind the Maybach

1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm straight edge, no
That pussy boneless, Chick-Fil-A
I fuck real riders, and they tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf, while I wipe tears away
I swear my mama trust my
So I these hoes that work
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 birthday in
I was bad decisions, saw my enemy at the light
I Marley light the weed,
Then I lit them niggas up before motherfucka turn green
bitch ride my like a go kart
I play that like Mozart,
I Mozart these hoes hearts and then that they worthless, man

I swear to God I ain't
I say I to God I ain't nervous
Oh no I swear to God I nervous
And pussy 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 hair and
And if niggas think it's a game I leave their 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 ain't me
I'm the gangsta, he the remix
do you use that 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 know your dick was a recliner
I her man in his eye give him a shiner
I him
Him and whoever him
I get Adam like
Money Cash Money Obama
It's the world no condom
If he twisted, I'll him
And this pistol came a silence,
But I to God he heard it

And I to God I ain't nervous
Nah, I swear to got I nervous, aha
Bitch I'm a God, I should be in a turban
got no problems in this 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 the Kentucky Derby

3: Boo]
On Pat Ryan 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, bitch got a place to sit
I'm wildin' off them shroomies,
Ain't got no worries Tunechi
All my be boosie
Wanna hands, then watch movies
I be God damn, make a nigga lose it
no talkin, let's get to it
Real niggas winnin, fake niggas
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 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 on her booty
I'm getting head the Maybach curtains