Luyện nghe bài hát Awnaw Remix

Yo, this is the Roc-A-Fella

Killah kid, roots... ya'll ready?

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

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

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

V]
Now what we do to get (Say dat boy!!)
Lay it down and it to ya raw (Say dat boy!!)
Hey now we some, suffered for more, takes what we work for
Hated for for the cussin, but the hatred it us cuss more
on, but it was hard - stepped up, took charge
Ran thru what we up, but what was we afraid for?
Look what we made of, heart that what us
Being here is alright, but believe we won't fall!

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

{Repeat over this part}
Them country
With them big fat
the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!

My gon' be hogwild,
bet that from that to that toota-file
Hell naw, them boys ain't headed south for six miles
Kentucky mah, kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes
Skullied on that front po'ch, 'cause you know they got
Seventy-nine coupe DeVille cal patty grill
Interstate 65 down to Cashfield
Glass filled, to the tippy-top, Benz
Spent my last on the rent, left with 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 and fame and sold my soul
To Hell and back, and back and forth, same jeans and nappy 'fro

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

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

{Repeat over this part}
country boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And awwwwwwww!

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it come to New York, I'm the man around town just me
Down in the buggy, I'm cat down in Kentucky
Outta Bowling Green, heard you're holdin
wit a city slicker, we could mold a team
We'll 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, trade in that cow

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

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

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