Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Roots

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

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

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

No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just tryin' to beats
E-Dubz was a hustler, hey man
Always flirtin' with all his 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 what we for
Hated for the cussin' but the hatred, it made us more

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Them boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And aww

Them boys
With them big fat
Peep the grills
And aww

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

Them boys
them big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww