Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Nappy

Awnaw, naw, boy
Man, done up and done it
Awnaw, naw, boy
done 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 song was like forty-eight bars no hook
You me flippin' through my pages out my favorite notebook
The was in the closet, what? No headphones, we lost it
Niggas to get some water, roaches hangin' over the faucets

No AC, Tez'll a sweat just tryin' to make beats
E-Dubz was a hustler, hey man
Always flirtin' with all his customers and broke
Nappy blacks out on the back porch
I'm thinkin' I got everything a boy could ask for

Now, we do to get here? 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 us cuss more

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

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

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

Peep the vertical
(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 to that toota-file
naw, them country boys ain't headed south for six miles
Kentucky mud, them kinfolk, with them hundred-spokes
Skullied on front po'ch, plus you know they got 'dro

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

A damn shame, gotta grind anythang and
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the line with Mary Jane
A long time, a gravel road to cash and fame and my soul
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 life fuckin' them

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

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

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

Them country
them big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww

Them country
them big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww

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

Them country
With big fat wheels
the vertical grills
And aww