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 them pussy
And pussy shit they doin
Gettin like I'm Jewish
My Drake he Jewish
I swear to God I nervous, nah

Lil Wayne]
Ok, I swear to God I nervous
I swear to God I nervous
I say I swear to God I nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my
got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't
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 with real riders, and they tickets
Niggas crying wolf, I wipe them tears away
I swear my mama my work
So I give these that work
They say the things in life are free
So why it cost for you to get murked
my pants saggin like fuck it
I'm still on my business, my birthday in jail
I was bad decisions, saw my enemy at the light
I told light the weed,
Then I lit them niggas up before motherfucka turn green
Your bitch ride my a go kart
I play that pussy Mozart,
I Mozart these hearts 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 pussy don't get purchased, hoe
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't

[Verse 2: Lil
I em long hair and curvy
And if think it's a game I leave their brains on their jerseys
She said she love me, the molly talkin
Her pussy so wet, it keep off it
She got a nigga, but he me bitch
I'm the original gangsta, he the
Girl do you use that mouth to kiss your mama?
I say only God can me, fuck your honor
Yeah, and her suit is her pajamas
She said I didn't know your was a recliner
I her man in his eye give him a shiner
I him
Him and whoever him
I get Adam Yolanda
Young Money Money Obama
It's fuck the world no
If he twisted, unwind him
And this came 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 should be rappin in a
got no problems in this bitch, and that's for certain
I see you up but your turn up ain't workin
I do want some mouth 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,
her AK when 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 chicks be
hold hands, then watch movies
I be like God damn, make a nigga it
Ain't no talkin, get to it
Real winnin, fake niggas losin
Bitch I leave that pussy with

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
Ain't got no 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 getting head behind the Maybach