Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

I ain't
I swear to God I ain't
Nah, nah
And I'm at them pussy niggas
And that pussy they doin
cake like I'm Jewish
My nigga he Jewish
I to God I ain't nervous, nah

Lil Wayne]
Ok, I to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I nervous
I say I swear to God I ain't
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for
I see you turning up but your turn up workin
Just want mouth and lip service, yeah
I'm gettin behind the Maybach curtains

1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm straight edge, no
pussy boneless, that Chick-Fil-A
I fuck real riders, and they tickets paid
Niggas wolf, while I wipe them tears away
I my mama trust my work
So I give these hoes work
They say the best in life are free
So that's why it cost for you to get
my pants saggin like fuck it
I'm still on my business, spent my in jail
I was making bad decisions, saw my at the light
I told light the weed,
Then I lit niggas up before that motherfucka turn green
Your bitch ride my like a go
I play pussy like Mozart,
I these hoes hearts and then after that they worthless, man

I swear to God I nervous
I say I swear to God I ain't
Oh no I to God I ain't nervous
And pussy don't get purchased, hoe
Ain't got no problems in bitch for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up workin

[Verse 2: Lil
I em long hair and curvy
And if niggas it's a game I leave their brains on their jerseys
She said she love me, that's the molly
Her so wet, it keep sliding off it
She got a nigga, but he ain't me
I'm the original gangsta, he the
Girl do you use that same mouth to your mama?
I say only God can judge me, your honor
Yeah, and her birthday suit is her
She said I didn't know your was a recliner
I punch her man in his eye give him a
I him
Him and whoever him
I get Adam like
Young Money Money Obama
fuck the world no condom
If he twisted, I'll him
And this pistol with a silence,
But I to God he heard it

And I swear to God I nervous
Nah, I swear to got I nervous, aha
Bitch I'm a God, I be rappin in a turban
Ain't got no problems in bitch, and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up workin
Baby I do want mouth and lip service
She gon' ride this dick the Kentucky Derby

3: Boo]
On that Pat Ryan I'm
Game tight like
Got a bad she Persian,
her AK when she squirtin
You see the I'm with,
boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, your bitch got a to sit
I'm wildin' off them shroomies,
Ain't got no worries Tunechi
All my chicks be
Wanna hold hands, watch movies
I be like God damn, a nigga lose it
Ain't no talkin, get to it
Real niggas winnin, niggas losin
Bitch I leave that with bruises

Girl, I swear to God I ain't
I swear to God I nervous
No, I to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and my syrupin
Ain't got no problems in this and that's for certain
You fuck Tunechi, you end up a missin person
She got a on her booty
I'm getting head the Maybach curtains