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 gets

I'm suckas know
I'm fin ta a bro
The figga he can dust a pro
'Fessional I test a
I get a tool and him wit it
He see me wit it

And this is what I'ma do, tie the to you
Niggas need to find a new to do
I remember when I used to a few
Indo sacks at my wack Sr. High

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 that my crew's so phat
If niggas try to jack then I they got my back
must bust the wack

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

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

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

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

I bust asses, ya slow molasses
As this continues then you the fastest
Computing, looting, I gets the of things
Bitches with problems, I ya jaw numb

I slap hoes, my rap along
With the flow of the song as I flow on the
I use mind tricks to find tricks, bind tricks
Tie them up I try and fuck

they die and what do I care?
I dare and prepare flows
'Cause I spare those lives
Who strives knives and slice
I paralyze ya twice fear
Del is nice to your

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

ya ass as the floor rocks
We got the beat hittin' hard like four
Shorts out my record
I write my nekkid, let me give you a tip
I'm on the balls so just it

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

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