Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Worry About

Lord, my all, what you of it?
Been on this long road accumulating
As time proceeds, preoccupied with
I think it's 'bout time I 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 reduction
too much friends, what is your circumference?
I swear to God, times is hard, but they're getting
enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive
Gubana the level, and I never missed a supper
But still my like a fucking model at a buffet
I'm with these who in love, they ain't seen any better
But dollar never mind, and he keep a zero
And if my could speak, it would talk to freaks
And leave the room when a nigga try to sleep 'em
Getting high, by, watching time fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon'
Young, wild nigga 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 with
I think it's 'bout I sing of nothing

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

I pray my girl don't turn to my mother yet
But in I do, I need by boo to keep my shit in check
And shit get easier when dreams of respect
Get realized, and ain't no team invading set
Getting high, getting by as my fly
bought my homie a Roley 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 of the Fab Five
Severed ties with any who covet mine
And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's
But I gotta do it, these niggas need music
And as a youth momma worked too much to an influence
and music, a bunch of bitches acting too foolish
You gotta be stupid, Tim Allen had him a tooly
high, sitting down, thinking out loud
It's a niggas lame, but I'mma hold it down
Let my bread roll, let my friends go
why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your fucking crown
Getting high, by, watching time fly
Tell these niggas I'mma get 'em every other
Young, wild sit in your seat
every weekend every liquor for free
[?] believe, [?] bitch, I sow what I
M genius, make these bitches so deep
I make niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak
Put my in the rdio and you missin' the beat
I'm out, in every 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, preoccupied everything
I think it's time I sing of nothing

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