Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Nappy

Awnaw, naw, boy
Man, done up and done it
Awnaw, naw, boy
done up and done it

Awnaw, naw, boy
Man, done up and done it
Ah, y'all done up and it
Man, y'all up and done it

My first song was like forty-eight with no hook
You hear me flippin' through my pages out my notebook
The microphone was in the closet, what? No headphones, we it
Niggas scared to get some water, roaches hangin' the faucets

No AC, Tez'll break a just tryin' to make beats
was being a hustler, hey man
Always flirtin' all his customers and flat broke
Nappy smokin' out on the back porch
I'm thinkin' I got a country boy could ask for

Now, what we do to get Say dat boy
Lay it and bring it to ya raw, say dat boy
Hey now we hurt some, suffered for more, takes we work for
Hated for the cussin' but the hatred, it made us cuss

on but it was hard, stepped up, took charge
Ran what we scared of but what was we afraid for?
Look at we made of, hard times done made us
Being here is alright but must believe we want

country boys on the rise
With them big fat wheels on the
Peep them vertical grills on the
And aww

country boys
(Awnaw, hell naw, man, y'all up and done it)
With big fat wheels
(Awnaw, naw, boy, y'all done up and done it)

the vertical grills
(Awnaw, hell naw, boy, man, done up and done it)
And aww
(Y'all done up and done it, man, done up and done it)

My yegga, we hogwild, bet that from that buddha to that
Hell naw, them country boys ain't headed for six miles
Kentucky mud, them kinfolk, twankies with them
Skullied on that front po'ch, plus you they got 'dro

Seventy-nine coupe DeVille vertical Caddy
Interstate 65 down that Cashville
Glass filled to the tippy-top, back-seat
Spent my last cent on the rent, left pocket lints

A damn shame, grind anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county with Mary Jane
A time, a gravel road to cash and fame and sold my soul
To and back and back and forth with same jeans and nappy 'fro

I might, hop off the Harley, smoke mine Bob Marley
Block parties with shawties, wallin' like they Bacardi
Them butter skin, gutter like kin
Understand you 'bout to lose ya life fuckin' with

country boys on the rise
With them big fat on the side
Peep the vertical on the ride
And aww

Them boys
(Awnaw, naw, man, y'all done up and done it)
them big fat wheels
(Awnaw, hell naw, boy, y'all done up and it)

Peep the vertical
(Awnaw, hell naw, boy, man, y'all up and done it)
And aww
(Y'all done up and it, man, y'all done up and done it)

Them boys
them big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww

Them country
them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And aww

country boys on the rise
With them big fat wheels on the
the vertical grills on the ride
And aww

Them boys
them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And aww