Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

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

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

[Verse 1: Lil
Ok I'm edge, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, Chick-Fil-A
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 these that work
They say the best things in are free
So why it cost 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 Marley light the weed,
Then I lit them niggas up before that motherfucka turn
Your ride my like a go kart
I play that like Mozart,
I Mozart hoes hearts and then after that they worthless, man

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I like em long hair and
And if niggas it's a game I leave their brains on their jerseys
She she love me, that's the molly 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, fuck your
Yeah, and her birthday suit is her
She said I didn't know dick was a recliner
I punch her man in his eye give him a
I him
Him and whoever him
I get Adam like
Young Money Cash Money
It's the world no condom
If he twisted, unwind him
And this pistol with a silence,
But I to God he heard it

And I swear to God I ain't
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 your turn up ain't
Baby I do want some mouth and lip
She gon' ride dick like the Kentucky Derby

3: Boo]
On Pat Ryan I'm swervin
tight like virgins
Got a bad she Persian,
her AK when she squirtin
You see the I'm with,
boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, your got a place to sit
Yeah I'm off them shroomies,
got no worries like 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, fake losin
I leave that pussy with bruises

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