Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

I nervous
I to God I ain't nervous
Nah, nah
And I'm at them pussy niggas
And that pussy shit they
Gettin like 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 swear to God I nervous
I say I swear to God I ain't
I got her workin, twerkin, and my syrupin
got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up but your up ain't workin
Just some mouth and lip service, yeah
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 hoes that work
They say the best in life are free
So that's why it for you to get murked
Have my pants like fuck it
I'm still on my business, spent my birthday in
I was bad decisions, saw my enemy at the light
I told Marley the weed,
Then I lit niggas up before that motherfucka turn green
Your bitch ride my a go kart
I play pussy like Mozart,
I Mozart these hoes 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 like em hair and curvy
And if niggas think it's a I leave their brains on their jerseys
She said she me, that's the molly 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, your honor
Yeah, and her suit is her pajamas
She said I didn't know your dick was a
I punch her man in his eye give him a
I him
Him and whoever him
I get like Yolanda
Money Cash Money Obama
It's fuck the world no
If he twisted, I'll him
And pistol came with a silence,
But I swear to God he 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 rappin in a
Ain't got no in this bitch, and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't
Baby I do want some and lip service
She gon' ride this dick like the Derby

3: Boo]
On that Pat Ryan I'm
Game tight virgins
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 chicks be
Wanna hands, then watch movies
I be like God damn, make a lose it
no talkin, let's get to it
Real niggas winnin, niggas losin
Bitch I leave that with bruises

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