Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Worried About Sh*t

Ha! I'm so cool! Bird-man, Bird-man, J.R.! You Know! Yup Yup!! Yup Yup!! BK
See I, when i gotta, grind 'cause i gotta
Milk the til its sour.
What i gotta do to bank streets its hotter.
Even tho the boy sellin like prada.
Up! the two yellin like holla.
Ya heard me. got the fools bellin jackie, persey.
Try and join em' i can help you that
Im important in rap with you special with gats.
You know the young god blessed you in fact, like he or sumthin.
Even wit a stack of money in they hand they squeezin nuthin.
Im weezy it! Leave a mothafuckin weezin when my ass done pumped em'
And i dont ask for nuthin boy! i only and buggy boy!!
And ask for money, watch the god turn cash to money, its that simple!

(Chorus)
And we aint stressin shit
We grindin a mothafucker tryna stay rich
The cops on my trail so the gotta switch
See with money shouldnt act like this.
Yeah!
And we aint stressin shit
We like a mothafucker tryna stay rich
The cops on my trail so the tracks gotta
See with money shouldnt act like this.

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Weezy . . and i to the end of the road.
Im than the fire on the end of the fo'
And times i had to get it from the floor.
but then i made it to the ceiling and wall could hear me.
And if these walls could talk, prolly cry the the strings on a guitar.
And see you, you that bullshit thats leadway to the dark
make me cut off the lights! GOODNIGHT!!

*Baby's