Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Roots

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

Awnaw, naw, boy
Man, done 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 with no hook
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 water, roaches hangin' over the faucets

No AC, Tez'll break a just tryin' to make beats
E-Dubz was a hustler, hey man
Always flirtin' all his customers and flat broke
Nappy smokin' blacks out on the back
I'm thinkin' I got a country boy could 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 hurt some, suffered for more, takes 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 of but what was we afraid for?
Look at we made of, hard times done made us
Being here is alright but must believe we want

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

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

Peep the vertical
(Awnaw, hell naw, boy, man, done 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 that buddha to that toota-file
naw, them country boys ain't headed south for six miles
Kentucky mud, them kinfolk, twankies them hundred-spokes
Skullied on that front po'ch, plus you they got 'dro

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

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

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

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

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

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

Them boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww

Them country
With them big fat
Peep the vertical
And aww

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

Them country
With them big fat
Peep the grills
And aww