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, done up and done it
Ah, y'all done up and it
Man, y'all done up and it

My first song was like bars with no hook
You hear me flippin' through my pages out my 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 just to make beats
was being a hustler, hey man
Always with all his customers and flat broke
Nappy smokin' out on the back porch
I'm I got everything 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, 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, charge
Ran through what we scared of but was we afraid for?
Look at what we made of, hard times done us
here is alright but must believe we want more

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

Peep the vertical
(Awnaw, hell naw, boy, man, y'all up and done 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 to that toota-file
Hell naw, country boys ain't headed south for six miles
Kentucky mud, them kinfolk, with them hundred-spokes
on that front po'ch, plus you know they got 'dro

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

A damn shame, grind anythang and everythang
Crack Corn, cross the county 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' like they Bacardi
Them butter skin, Prophit gutter kin
Understand you 'bout to lose ya life with them

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

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

Peep the vertical
(Awnaw, hell naw, boy, man, 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
the vertical grills
And aww

Them country
them big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww

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

country boys
With big fat wheels
the vertical grills
And aww