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

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

No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just to make beats
was being a hustler, hey man
Always flirtin' all his customers and flat broke
Nappy blacks out on the back porch
I'm thinkin' I got everything a country boy 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, what we work for
Hated for the cussin' but the hatred, it made us more

Held on but it was hard, stepped up, charge
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 boys on the rise
With big fat wheels on the side
Peep vertical grills on the ride
And aww

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

Peep the vertical
(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)

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

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

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

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

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

Them country
(Awnaw, hell naw, man, done 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 up and done it)
And aww
(Y'all done up and done it, man, y'all done up and it)

country boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww

country boys
With them big fat
Peep the vertical
And aww

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

country boys
With them big fat
the vertical grills
And aww