Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Nappy

Awnaw, naw, boy
Man, y'all done up and it
Awnaw, naw, boy
Y'all done up and 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 bars with no
You hear me flippin' through my out my favorite notebook
The was in the closet, what? No headphones, we lost it
Niggas scared to get some water, hangin' over the faucets

No AC, Tez'll break a sweat tryin' to make beats
E-Dubz was a hustler, hey man
Always with all his customers and flat broke
smokin' blacks out on the back porch
I'm thinkin' I got a country 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 what we 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 of, hard times done made us
Being is alright but must believe we want more

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

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

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

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

Seventy-nine coupe DeVille vertical Caddy
Interstate 65 headed that Cashville
Glass filled to the tippy-top, Benz
Spent my last cent on the rent, left with pocket

A damn shame, gotta anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the line with Mary Jane
A long time, a gravel road to 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, mine like Bob Marley
Block parties with shawties, like they swallowin' Bacardi
Them skin, Prophit gutter like kin
Understand you 'bout to lose ya life fuckin' them

Them country on the rise
them big fat wheels on the side
Peep the vertical grills on the
And aww

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

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

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