Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Worry About

Lord, my all, you think of it?
Been on this long road accumulating
As proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it's 'bout time I sing of

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

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

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

I pray my girl don't to my baby mother yet
But in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my shit in
And shit get easier when dreams of chasing
Get realized, and no team invading your set
Getting high, by as my mind fly
Just bought my homie a Roley simply to 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
ties with any nigga 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
Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches too foolish
You gotta be stupid, even Tim had him a tooly
Getting high, sitting down, out loud
It's a niggas lame, but I'mma hold it down
Let my bread roll, let my friends go
That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit fucking crown
Getting high, getting by, watching fly
Tell these niggas I'mma get 'em every time
Young, wild sit in your seat
every weekend every liquor for free
[?] believe, [?] bitch, I sow what I
Double M genius, make bitches so deep
I these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak
Put my cardio in the rdio and you 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?
on this long road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, preoccupied with
I it's 'bout time I sing of nothing

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