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, y'all up and done it
Ah, y'all up and done it
Man, y'all done up and it

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

No AC, break a sweat just tryin' to make beats
was being a hustler, hey man
Always flirtin' with all his and flat broke
Nappy smokin' blacks out on the back
I'm thinkin' I got everything a country boy 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 but the hatred, it made us cuss more

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Them boys
With them big fat
Peep the grills
And aww

Them boys
With them big fat
Peep the grills
And aww

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

Them boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww