Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Worry About

Lord, my all, you think of it?
Been on this long road luggage
As time proceeds, with everything
I think it's time I sing of nothing

Sipping wine, wine, cause my Henny finished
Hard to be friendly with who've seen too many niggas
So I keep my circle small, you need
Never too much friends, what is circumference?
I swear to God, times is hard, but they're better
Tryna every moment, but see we so competitive
made the level, and I never missed a supper
But still my hunger's like a fucking at a buffet
I'm with these who in love, they ain't seen any better
But dollar signs mind, and he keep a zero
And if my could speak, it would talk to freaks
And leave the room a nigga try to sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, time fly
my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild nigga living the
Although I'm not who I'm to be
keep saying, "Grow up"

Lord, my all, what you of it?
Been on this long road accumulating
As time proceeds, with everything
I think it's time I sing of nothing

Been on this long accumulating luggage
As proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it's 'bout I sing of nothing

I pray my don't turn to my baby mother yet
But in fact I do, I need by boo to my shit in check
And shit get when dreams of chasing respect
Get realized, and ain't no invading your set
Getting high, by as my mind fly
Just bought my homie a simply to pass time
And on top it's so keep your homies right by your side
And if life is short then we'll be the shorts of the Fab
ties with any nigga who covet mine
And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's
But I gotta do it, these need provocative music
And as a youth worked too much to have an influence
Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches acting too
You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a
Getting high, sitting down, out loud
It's a niggas lame, but I'mma hold it down
Let my roll, never let my friends go
That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your fucking
Getting high, by, watching time fly
Tell niggas I'mma get 'em every other time
Young, wild sit in your seat
Know every weekend every for free
[?] believe, [?] bitch, I sow I reap
Double M genius, make these bitches so
I make these niggas' on younger lyricists consistently weak
Put my cardio in the and you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in avenue, I'm good in the streets
Outstanding, shitting on niggas, but you sit you pee
up

Lord, my all, you think of it?
Been on this road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, with everything
I think 'bout time I sing of nothing

Been on this long road luggage
As time proceeds, preoccupied with
I think it's 'bout I sing of nothing