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 done up and it

Awnaw, naw, boy
Man, done up and done it
Ah, done up and done it
Man, done up and done it

My first song was like bars with no hook
You hear me flippin' my pages out my favorite notebook
The was in the closet, what? No headphones, we lost it
Niggas scared to get some water, 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
smokin' 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 down and it to ya raw, say dat boy
Hey now we hurt some, suffered for more, 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 was we afraid for?
at what we made of, hard times done made us
Being here is alright but must believe we want

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

My yegga, we hogwild, bet that from that buddha to toota-file
Hell naw, them country ain't headed south for six miles
Kentucky mud, them kinfolk, twankies with 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, with pocket lints

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

I might, hop off the Harley, mine like Bob Marley
Block with shawties, wallin' like they swallowin' Bacardi
Them 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
the vertical grills on the ride
And aww

Them 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, 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)

country boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww

Them country
With them big fat
Peep the grills
And aww

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

Them boys
With big fat wheels
the vertical grills
And aww