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 pussy shit they doin
cake 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 to God I ain't nervous
I say I swear to God I nervous
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 ain't
Just want some and lip service, yeah
I'm gettin head behind the curtains

[Verse 1: Lil
Ok I'm straight edge, no
That boneless, that Chick-Fil-A
I fuck with riders, and they tickets paid
crying wolf, while I wipe them tears away
I swear my trust my work
So I give these hoes that
They say the best things in are free
So that's why it for you to get murked
Have my saggin like fuck it
I'm still on my business, my birthday in jail
I was making bad decisions, saw my enemy at the
I Marley light the weed,
Then I lit them niggas up before motherfucka turn green
Your bitch my like a go kart
I play that like Mozart,
I Mozart these hoes hearts and after that they worthless, man

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

2: Lil Wayne]
I like em hair and curvy
And if niggas think it's a game I leave their on their jerseys
She said she love me, that's the talkin
Her pussy so wet, it keep off it
She got a nigga, but he ain't me
I'm the gangsta, he the remix
Girl do you use that same mouth to your mama?
I say only God can judge me, fuck honor
Yeah, and her suit is her pajamas
She I didn't know your dick was a recliner
I punch her man in his eye him a shiner
I him
Him and whoever him
I get like Yolanda
Money Cash Money Obama
It's fuck the no condom
If he twisted, unwind him
And this pistol with a silence,
But I swear to God he it

And I swear to God I ain't
Nah, I swear to got I nervous, aha
Bitch I'm a God, I be rappin in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, and that's for
I see you turning up but your turn up workin
Baby I do want some and lip service
She gon' ride dick like the Kentucky Derby

[Verse 3:
On that Pat Ryan I'm
Game tight like
Got a bad she Persian,
her AK when she squirtin
You see the I'm with,
boy Boo the shit
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 be boosie
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
Bitch I leave that pussy bruises

Girl, I to God I ain't nervous
I to God I ain't nervous
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 with Tunechi, you end up a missin person
She got a Tunechi on her
I'm getting behind the Maybach curtains