Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Worry About

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

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

Lord, my all, what you 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 long accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, preoccupied everything
I think it's time I sing of nothing

I pray my girl don't turn to my baby yet
But in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my in check
And get easier when dreams of chasing respect
Get realized, and ain't no team your set
Getting high, getting by as my fly
Just my homie a Roley simply to pass time
And on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by side
And if life is short we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five
Severed ties with any nigga who mine
And all the got me looking ugly in momma's eyes
But I gotta do it, these niggas provocative music
And as a youth momma worked too much to an influence
Rapping and music, a bunch of acting too foolish
You gotta be stupid, Tim Allen had him a tooly
high, sitting down, thinking out loud
It's a shame niggas lame, but I'mma it down
Let my bread roll, never let my go
That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll fit your fucking crown
Getting high, getting by, time fly
these niggas I'mma get 'em every other time
Young, wild niggas sit in your
Know every weekend every liquor for
[?] believe, [?] bitch, I sow I reap
Double M genius, these bitches so deep
I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently
Put my in the rdio and you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm in the streets
Outstanding, on niggas, but you sit when you pee
up

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

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