Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

I nervous
I swear to God I nervous
Nah, nah
And I'm laughin at them pussy
And that pussy shit doin
cake like I'm Jewish
My nigga he Jewish
I swear to God I nervous, nah

Lil Wayne]
Ok, I swear to God I ain't
I swear to God I ain't
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 turn up ain't workin
Just some mouth and lip service, yeah
I'm gettin head the Maybach curtains

[Verse 1: Lil
Ok I'm straight edge, no
That pussy boneless, that
I fuck with real riders, and they paid
Niggas crying wolf, while I wipe tears away
I swear my trust my work
So I give 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 in jail
I was making bad decisions, saw my enemy at the
I told light the weed,
Then I lit them up before that motherfucka turn green
Your bitch ride my like a go
I play that like Mozart,
I these hoes hearts and then after that they worthless, man

I to God I ain't nervous
I say I swear to God I ain't
Oh no I swear to God I ain't
And pussy don't get purchased, hoe
got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up but your 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 molly
Her pussy so wet, it sliding off it
She got a nigga, but he me bitch
I'm the original gangsta, he the
Girl do you use same mouth to kiss your mama?
I say only God can me, fuck your honor
Yeah, and her birthday suit is her
She said I know your dick was a recliner
I punch her man in his eye him a shiner
I him
Him and co-signed him
I get Adam like
Young Money Money Obama
It's the world no condom
If he twisted, unwind him
And this 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
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 turning up but turn up ain't workin
I do want some mouth and lip service
She gon' ride this like the Kentucky Derby

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

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