Luyện nghe bài hát Awnaw Remix

Yo, this is the Roc-A-Fella

Killah kid, nappy roots... ready?

UH.... they done it... let the meet the city boys... uh..

Awnaw! naw! Man
Y'all up and done it
Awnaw! naw! Boy
Y'all done up and it
Awnaw! naw! Boy
done up and done it
Ah, done up and done it
Man y'all up and done it

[Fish
My first song was like forty-eight bars with no
You hear me flippin thru my pages out my notebook
The was in the closet (What?) No headphones, we lost it
Niggas scared to get water, roaches hangin over the faucets
No AC, break a sweat just tryin to make beats
E-Double's the hustler,
flirtin' with all his customers, and broke,
Nappy smokin out on the back po'ch
I'm thinkin I got a country boy could ask for

V]
Now what we do to get (Say dat boy!!)
Lay it and bring it to ya raw (Say dat boy!!)
Hey now we hurt some, suffered for more, takes we work for
Hated for for the cussin, but the hatred it made us cuss
on, but it was hard - stepped up, took charge
Ran thru what we scared up, but was we afraid for?
Look what we made of, heart that made us
Being here is alright, but MUST believe we fall!

Them boys on the ride!
them big fat wheels on the side!
Peep the grills on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!

{Repeat Hook this part}
country boys
With them big fat
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!

My gon' be hogwild,
bet that that roota to that toota-file
Hell naw, country boys ain't headed south for six miles
Kentucky mah, them kinfolk, twankies with hundred-spokes
Skullied on that front po'ch, 'cause you know they got
Seventy-nine DeVille purdy cal patty grill
65 headin down to Cashfield
Glass filled, to the tippy-top, Benz
Spent my last cent on the rent, left pocket lints
A damn shame, gotta grind and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the line with Mary Jane
A time, a gravel road, to cash and fame and sold my soul
To and back, and back and forth, with same jeans and nappy 'fro

[R
I might, hop off the Harley, spoke mine like Bob
Not parties with charties, wallin they swallowin Bacardi
Them butter-skin, probably gutted kin
Understand you 'bout to lose ya life fuckin Deion

Them boys on the ride!
With them big fat on the side!
Peep the vertical on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!

{Repeat Hook over part}
Them boys
With them big fat
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it to New York, I'm the man around town just trust me
Down in the buggy, I'm that cat down in
Outta Bowling Green, heard you're holdin
Mess wit a city slicker, we mold a team
talk in codes, "smoke" 'll be the sand box
Could be the hamhots, be the lamb-chops
we'll make mills, how ill
I'll show you how that ? feel, in that cow grill

(Twista)
Finna hit the south, get up out the
smokin on a fitty pretty good
with a hood gotta hit it lil bit
now she call me daddy in the county of wood
call me country, on the headrest
even if aint no seats in the back of me
play the dvd's for the cars
and the streets and the people in of me
i'm chill, in a with a grill
with a black cadillac got the
if it got rims with the drop
on the block with no locks than it's not mah
hurt 'em with the chrome, rollin on chrome rims it's the
this nappy roots and twista, if it aint dope, then call it country

Them country on the ride!
With them big fat on the side!
Peep the grills on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!

Them boys
them big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And awwwwwwww!