Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Roots

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

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

No AC, break a sweat just tryin' to make beats
E-Dubz was a hustler, hey man
Always flirtin' with all his customers and flat
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 down and it to ya raw, say dat boy
Hey now we hurt some, suffered for more, what we work for
for the cussin' but the hatred, it made us cuss more

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

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

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

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

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

A shame, gotta grind anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county line Mary 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, mine like Bob Marley
Block parties shawties, wallin' like they swallowin' Bacardi
Them butter skin, Prophit like kin
Understand you 'bout to lose ya life with them

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

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

country boys
With them big fat
Peep the grills
And aww

Them country
With big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And aww

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

Them boys
With big fat wheels
the vertical grills
And aww