Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

I ain't
I swear to God I nervous
Nah, nah
And I'm laughin at pussy niggas
And pussy shit they doin
cake like I'm Jewish
My Drake he Jewish
I swear to God I nervous, nah

Lil Wayne]
Ok, I swear to God I ain't
I to God I ain't nervous
I say I to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my
Ain't got no 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 behind the curtains

1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm straight edge, no
That pussy boneless, Chick-Fil-A
I with real riders, and they tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf, I wipe them tears away
I swear my mama trust my
So I these hoes that work
They say the best things in life are
So that's why it 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 Marley the weed,
Then I lit them niggas up before that motherfucka turn
Your bitch my like a go kart
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 to God I ain't nervous
Oh no I swear to God I nervous
And that don't get purchased, hoe
Ain't got no problems in bitch for certain
I see you up but your turn up ain't workin

2: Lil Wayne]
I like em long hair and
And if niggas think 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 me bitch
I'm the original gangsta, he the
Girl do you use same mouth to kiss your mama?
I say God can judge me, fuck your honor
Yeah, and her suit is her pajamas
She said I didn't know 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 Cash Money Obama
fuck the world no condom
If he twisted, I'll him
And pistol came with a silence,
But I swear to God he it

And I swear to God I nervous
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 for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up workin
Baby I do want some mouth and lip
She gon' ride this dick the Kentucky Derby

3: Boo]
On that Pat Ryan I'm
Game tight virgins
Got a bad she Persian,
Call her AK when she
You see the I'm with,
That boy Boo the
As long as I got a face, bitch got a place to sit
Yeah I'm wildin' off 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 losin
Bitch I that pussy with bruises

Girl, I swear to God I ain't
I swear to God I nervous
No, I to God I ain't nervous
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 missin
She got a on her booty
I'm head behind the Maybach curtains