Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Nappy

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

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

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

No AC, Tez'll a sweat just tryin' to make beats
E-Dubz was a hustler, hey man
Always with all his customers and flat broke
Nappy smokin' blacks out on the back
I'm I got everything 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, for more, takes what we work for
for the cussin' but the hatred, it made us cuss more

Held on but it was hard, stepped up, charge
Ran through what we scared of but what was we for?
Look at what we made of, hard times made us
Being here is alright but must we want more

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

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

the vertical 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 that from that buddha to toota-file
Hell naw, them country boys ain't south for six miles
mud, them kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes
Skullied on that po'ch, plus you know they got 'dro

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

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

I might, hop off the Harley, smoke mine like Bob
Block with shawties, wallin' like they 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 grills on the ride
And aww

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

Them country
them big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww

country boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww

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

Them boys
With big fat wheels
the vertical grills
And aww