Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Roots

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

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

No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just tryin' to make
was being a hustler, hey man
Always flirtin' all his customers and flat broke
Nappy smokin' blacks out on the 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 us cuss more

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

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

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

Peep the grills
(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 from that buddha to that toota-file
Hell naw, them boys ain't headed south for six miles
Kentucky mud, them kinfolk, with them hundred-spokes
Skullied on that front po'ch, you know they got 'dro

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

A damn shame, grind anythang and everythang
Jimmy Corn, cross the county line with Mary Jane
A long time, a gravel road to cash and fame and 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 with shawties, wallin' like they swallowin' Bacardi
butter skin, Prophit gutter like kin
Understand you 'bout to ya life fuckin' with them

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

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

Peep the 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)

Them country
With them big fat
Peep the grills
And aww

Them country
them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And aww

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

Them country
them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And aww