Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Roots

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

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

My first song was 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 tryin' 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 a country boy could ask for

Now, what we do to get Say dat boy
Lay it and bring it to ya raw, say dat boy
Hey now we some, suffered for more, takes what we work for
Hated for the cussin' but the hatred, it made us more

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

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

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

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

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

A damn shame, gotta grind anythang and
Jimmy Corn, cross 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 with same jeans and nappy 'fro

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

country boys on the rise
With them big fat on the side
Peep the vertical grills on the
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 grills
(Awnaw, naw, boy, man, y'all done up and done it)
And aww
(Y'all up and done it, man, y'all done up and done it)

Them country
With them big fat
Peep the grills
And aww

Them country
With big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And aww

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

Them boys
With big fat wheels
the vertical grills
And aww