Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Nappy

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

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

My first song was forty-eight bars with no hook
You me flippin' through my pages out my favorite notebook
The microphone was in the closet, what? No headphones, we it
Niggas scared to get 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
smokin' blacks out on the back porch
I'm thinkin' I got everything a country boy ask for

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

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

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

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

My yegga, we hogwild, bet that from buddha to that toota-file
Hell naw, them country boys headed south for six miles
Kentucky mud, kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes
on that front po'ch, plus you know they got 'dro

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

A damn shame, grind anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, the county line 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 jeans and 'fro

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

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

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

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

country boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww

Them boys
them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And aww

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

Them country
With them big fat
Peep the grills
And aww