Luyện nghe bài hát No More Worries

You don't to worry any longer
Yo, wait a damn
to the way the man spin it
Even with diction
I in and gets ends

I'm suckas know
I'm fin ta a bro
The nigga figga he can a pro
I test a fool
I get a and beat him wit it
He see me wit it

And this is I'ma do, tie the crime to you
need to find a new rhyme to do
I when I used to grind a few
Indo sacks at my Sr. High School

But I the Dean, "Bye, fool"
I graduated, he was a man I
And I'm glad I it, Hie-ro, I know, you know
Fools know that my crew's so
If try to jack then I know they got my back
must bust the wack

I'm fed up with the wackness and this shit
So the style and learn how to freak shit
I hope ya learn how ta
By the time you peep this shit
I'll be times doper

Yeah, is for the trendy G's
To ya bitches and High enemies
All the shoot me to the left and shit
'Cause my financial state was on

But I really trip, now I'm livin' phatter
And then don't matter
A lot a try frontin' on me
Bet they got nuttin' on me
And ain't no way that can harm me

I turn the mouths of MC's molecules
Niggas locked onto me like my
I swallow with no regurgitation
We hurt ya face, men when ya placed in my

I bust asses, ya like molasses
As this continues then you know the
Computing, looting, I the root of things
with problems, I leave ya jaw numb

I hoes, my rap goes along
With the of the song as I flow on the bong
I use Jedi mind tricks to find tricks, tricks
Tie them up then I try and

they die and what do I care?
I hoes and prepare flows
I never spare those lives
Who strives knives and slice
I paralyze ya twice fear
Del is nice to your

Not of hardest, artists going far off from Jupiter
Because I'm shooting for the
I'm a mack, come wack
Gimme a 30 second I'll rip it because the shit gets deeper

Creep ya ass as the floor
We got the hittin' hard like four cops
out my last record
I write my rhymes nekkid, let me you a tip
I'm on the so just expect it

My rep gets phatter thinkin' those kids
They tried to step and got fucked like momma did
By the Mr. Mostskill, I did ya hoe,
She's askin' for 'cause she heard a hoe squeal

Hoes, I'm getting more than Showtime
The got ya screamin' with no shine
No for regular run of the the mill
I'm packin' with boy soldiers
no more the soul soldier