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 'bout I sing of nothing

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

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

on this long road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, with everything
I it's 'bout time I sing of nothing

I pray my girl don't to my baby mother yet
But in fact I do, I by boo to keep my shit in check
And get easier when dreams of chasing respect
Get realized, and no team invading your set
Getting high, getting by as my fly
bought my homie a Roley simply to pass time
And on top it's lonely so keep your homies 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 in momma's eyes
But I gotta do it, these niggas provocative music
And as a momma worked too much to have an influence
Rapping and music, a bunch of acting too foolish
You be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly
Getting high, sitting down, out loud
It's a shame niggas lame, but hold it down
Let my roll, never let my friends go
That's why I let these dreads grow, never fit your fucking crown
Getting high, by, watching time fly
Tell these I'mma get 'em every other time
Young, niggas 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' opinion on younger lyricists weak
Put my in the rdio and you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in avenue, I'm good in the streets
Outstanding, on niggas, but you sit when you pee
up

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

Been on this road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, preoccupied everything
I think it's time I sing of nothing