Luyện nghe bài hát No More Worries

You don't have to worry any
Yo, a damn minute
Listen to the way the man it
Even with improper
I split in and ends

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

And this is what do, tie the crime to you
Niggas to find a new rhyme to do
I remember when I to grind a few
Indo at my wack Sr. High School

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

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

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

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

I turn the mouths of into molecules
Niggas locked me like my follicles
I swallow with no regurgitation
We ya face, men when ya placed in my path

I bust asses, ya slow 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
the flow of the song as I flow on the bong
I use Jedi mind to find tricks, bind tricks
Tie them up then I try and

Then they die and what do I
I dare and prepare flows
I never spare those lives
Who strives with knives and
I paralyze ya twice fear
Del is to your ears

Not of hardest, artists going far off from Jupiter
Because I'm shooting for the
I'm a mack, never come
Gimme a 30 second snippet rip it because the shit gets deeper

Creep ya ass as the floor
We got the beat hittin' like four cops
Shorts out my record
I my rhymes nekkid, let me give you a tip
I'm on the balls so expect it

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

Hoes, I'm getting more plays than
The demon got ya screamin' no shine
No time for run of the the mill
I'm packin' with boy soldiers
Never no the soul soldier