Luyện nghe bài hát Aww Naww

Yeeeeaaah,

I've been going hard, all years been on the low
Used to show up to the spot and they would me at the door
Now my name is hot so they be acting like they
And they leading my right those velvet ropes
Now I got them saying, aww naww, who the hell let in
Aww naww, who the let Webby in
Aww naww, so run and tell friends
It's time to get it started fucker, let the games begin

1]
Oh hello, hi there, back in the ring, never fair
I swear, shades on tint, never seeing my eye-wear
No button down but I'm sleeved up, so shows and I fly there
And my fans be getting them quicker than pissing in public in Times Square
That nightmare on your street, stay the hash like corned beef
And I light it up and I breathe it and my blunt be full of that four
We killing and I'm on my grind, running shit I got sore feet
24 deep on my tour bus, rolling right out to the seats
I'm blowing up what are you doing, sitting at and YouTubing
Hating on me from a laptop, but these of people I'm used to em
You ain't doing but smoking weed, watching porn, got no degree
a disappointment and blame everybody else that you never got where you hoped to be
See I worked for it, you sat back, I grinded out while you
And now you "Fuck Webby man, yo, I should be where he's at, wait is that him, did he just cut the line, wait where's Denise at?"
But I ain't gotta say nothing back, cause I got your on my lap

2]
Somebody turn my mic on, throw in that beat I could on
up and listen cause fuck it I'm spitting so cold blooded, python
Connecticut to Saigon, looking at me as if I am an icon
Getting that dough like I started Tae-Kwon
Drinking this gin they be me Qui-Gon
Started out in that small time, mixtapes in the trunk of the car that I was in
That Altima, with bumper hanging off the side, people honking at me (get off the road!)
Getting pulled over so often I'd my registration at all times, hanging out my window like
Sorry guy, I know I was speeding, I'm fucking high, but my plates are good and I'm dry
Smoked all my weed on my way down here, we got no charges? Fuck you, bye
Peel off in that shit box, so kick rocks, I'm out of
Then head back to my parents house and get drunk I run out of beer
But that was then, now I'm differently
The that would always turn me away, now they all let me in for free
The girls that to blow me off, now they all on their friggin' knees
Still blowing me off, only difference? Now it's