Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Roots

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

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

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

No AC, Tez'll a sweat just tryin' to make beats
was being a hustler, hey man
Always flirtin' with all his customers and broke
Nappy smokin' 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 and bring it to ya raw, say dat boy
Hey now we some, suffered for more, takes what we work for
Hated for the cussin' but the hatred, it made us more

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

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

country 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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Them boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And aww

country boys
With big fat wheels
the vertical grills
And aww

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

Them boys
With big fat wheels
the vertical grills
And aww