Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

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

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

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

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

2: Lil Wayne]
I em long hair and curvy
And if niggas think it's a game I leave 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 that same mouth to kiss mama?
I say God can judge me, fuck your honor
Yeah, and her birthday is her pajamas
She said I didn't know your dick was a
I her man in his eye give him a shiner
I him
Him and whoever him
I get like Yolanda
Young Money Cash 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 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 in this bitch, and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't
Baby I do want some and lip service
She gon' this dick like the Kentucky Derby

3: Boo]
On that Pat I'm swervin
Game tight virgins
Got a bad she Persian,
Call her AK 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
Yeah I'm wildin' off shroomies,
Ain't got no worries like
All my be boosie
Wanna hold hands, then watch
I be God damn, make a nigga lose it
Ain't no talkin, get to it
Real niggas winnin, fake losin
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 my syrupin
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for
You fuck with Tunechi, you end up a missin
She got a Tunechi on her
I'm getting head behind the Maybach