Luyện nghe bài hát Awnaw Remix

Yo, this is the Roc-A-Fella

Killah kid, nappy roots... ya'll

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

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

[Fish
My first song was like forty-eight bars no hook
You hear me flippin thru my pages out my favorite
The microphone was in the (What?) No headphones, we lost it
Niggas scared to get some water, hangin over the faucets
No AC, Tez'll break a just tryin to make beats
E-Double's the hustler,
flirtin' all his customers, and flat broke,
Nappy smokin grass out on the back
I'm thinkin I got a country boy could 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
Held on, but it was - stepped up, took charge
Ran thru we scared up, but what was we afraid for?
Look what we made of, that what made us
here is alright, but MUST believe we won't fall!

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

{Repeat Hook over this
Them boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!

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

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

country 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 country
With big fat wheels
the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it come to New York, I'm the man around just trust me
Down in the buggy, I'm cat down in Kentucky
Outta Bowling Green, heard you're cream
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
make wild mills, how ill
I'll you how that ? feel, trade in that cow grill

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

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

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