Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Nappy

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

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

My first song was like forty-eight bars with no
You hear me flippin' through my pages out my favorite
The microphone was in the closet, what? No headphones, we it
Niggas to get some 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' with all his customers and flat
Nappy smokin' blacks out on the back
I'm thinkin' I got everything a country boy 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 scared of but what was we afraid
at what we made of, hard times done made us
Being is alright but must believe we want more

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

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

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

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

A damn shame, gotta grind anythang and
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 with same jeans and 'fro

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

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

Them country
(Awnaw, hell naw, man, y'all done up and 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)

Them country
With big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww

Them boys
them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And aww

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

Them country
With big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww