Luyện nghe bài hát U Don't Have 2 Worry

Heh, say, you, you scared to in my car
'Cause you, you niggaz gon' be blastin' at it
It ain't even deep, baby

You don't have to worry, you can with me now
Niggaz are to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they on the Row
Fair exchange we fuck them hoes

blows are thrown, to my foes
No love shown, get disposed of full blown
My unknown to mash my car
wicked with my ski mask, find the stash an' dump

Why run? I'm the last one standin', the rest die
Victims of my chrome cannon, West Side
Though it's worldwide no one can deny my
Tracked it to my very fabric the plastic blew

Five shots my whole life, throats were slit
Niggaz die by my when I wrote this shit
we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters
Niggaz tried to me an' I fed they wife an' they daughters

the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the an' let the game go rollin' past
Why you change? It's a cold taught me life
Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me

Say they shot me in my nuts, out of quick
Bullshit nigga 'cause I'm still yo' bitch
Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you
Fuck with me, all shit pay, nigga, fuck the fame

Don't remember 'Em Up', don't make us do it once more
Yo' niggaz know you ain't with them Outlawz
We keep souljas, souljas from to Brooklyn
Your the type to get sniped the cops is lookin'

Don't give a fuck 'cause you done, crossed the game
Lost in an' you should take all the blame
You made yo' bed lay in it
to come up out that cell, nigga, stay in it

It's not a game got one click, we Outlawz from the do'
Dirt stains when I on the fo', you kissin' the flo'
We dirty as the motherfuckin' of Jerz
We sweep niggaz with the words though the preferred, holla

You don't have to worry, you can ride me now
Niggaz are to scream how they die for me now
got one click, we Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks

'Pac, I I was in the motherfuckin' car wit'cha
I'd have took bullet that they threw, Hand of God, nigga
I got one click, Outlawz 'til I'm gone
Heavy in the game an' we comin' for they throne

The is gone well, it is what it is
An' plottin' on us, best be prayin' for they kids, mayne
You don't to worry 'cause I ride for ya
Like K said, over loyal, even 'bout a lie for ya

You put me in the an' dog, I owe it all to ya
An' when it get to poppin', fuckin' ball for ya
An' everythin' I do, have your names on it
never let them forget, I put my seeds on it

You gon' die before yo' time, come the truth
In the middle of the desert, nigga, your boots
As a youth, hundred proof, tap my is a dead rest
You studio niggaz remind your vest

Why the fuck you ain't yet? Swallow yo' teeth
In the you woulda been, need a straw when you eat
Fuck a glock nine, that shit is weak on the
An' if you can't strategize then you just eat

If your life in another hand, you deaded
An' if it's beef an' your man disappear, don't sweat it
Another fake nigga usin' my strengths to get
I mean, to my face sound scared but heartbeat said it

You don't have to worry, you can ride me now
Niggaz are to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the know

I was born ugly, an' dusty
But now I'm a rider, connivin',
An' I trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me
An' that's how I'ma go about it 'til bust me

I play for keeps like the OGs me
If I sleep, I eat, who gonna feed my baby?
An' I think I'm crazy 'cause my hair is gettin' thiner
I've been drinkin' on the daily, I can remember

I got bad nerves, paranoia me
I love the but the church can't cure me
I light, I wake peekin' out my window
With guns under my an' guns under the pillow

An' that's the way it's gonna be they bury me
But don't twist it 'cause of y'all niggaz worry me
What the fuck, you know?
Kizza-Kastro, Young with the criminal flow

You nervous, nelly ass belly up in the river, no dizoubt
Y'all niggaz fade me with the clippers
We put it down, look around, we find you, we hound
Penitentiary bound, to you

Kadafi, I bring the to the click
Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin' through your chimney Kris Kringle
On some shit, get me to let my ice click
Ka pling, ka plow, I been a thug shootin' slugs a child

You don't to worry, you can ride with me now
Niggaz are to scream how they die for me now
got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks

Let the punks
Let the punks
Let the punks