Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Roots

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

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

My first song was like bars with no hook
You hear me flippin' through my out my favorite notebook
The microphone was in the closet, No headphones, we lost it
Niggas scared to get water, roaches hangin' over the faucets

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

Now, we do to get here? 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

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

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

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

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

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

Seventy-nine coupe DeVille vertical grill
65 headed down that Cashville
Glass to the tippy-top, back-seat Benz
Spent my last cent on the rent, left with lints

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

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

Them boys on the rise
With them big fat on the side
the vertical grills on the ride
And aww

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

country boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And aww

Them country
With big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And aww

Them country boys on the
With big fat wheels on the side
the vertical grills on the ride
And aww

Them boys
them big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww