Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Roots

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

Awnaw, naw, boy
Man, y'all up and done it
Ah, y'all up and done 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 was in the closet, what? No headphones, we lost it
Niggas scared to get some water, roaches hangin' 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' blacks out on the porch
I'm thinkin' I got everything a 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, takes what we for
Hated for the cussin' but the hatred, it made us more

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

Them boys 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)

the vertical 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)

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

coupe DeVille vertical Caddy grill
Interstate 65 headed down Cashville
Glass filled to the tippy-top, back-seat
Spent my last cent on the rent, left with pocket

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

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

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

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

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

Them boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And aww

Them country
With them big fat
Peep the grills
And aww

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

Them boys
With them big fat
Peep the grills
And aww