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 stop me at the door
Now my name is hot so they be like they know
And they my right through 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 your
It's time to get it started mother fucker, let the begin

1]
Oh hello, hi there, in the ring, never fight fair
I swear, on tint, never seeing through my eye-wear
No button down but I'm sleeved up, so many and I fly there
And my fans be getting tickets quicker than pissing in public in Times Square
That nightmare on street, stay with the hash like corned beef
And I light it up and I breathe it and my be full of that four leaf
We killing this and I'm on my grind, running shit I got 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 type of people I'm used to em
You doing shit but smoking weed, watching porn, got no degree
You're a disappointment and blame everybody that you never got where you hoped to be
See I worked for it, you sat back, I out while you relaxed
And now you like; "Fuck Webby man, yo, I should be where he's at, is that him, did he just cut the line, wait where's Denise at?"
But I ain't say nothing back, cause I got your girlfriend on my lap

2]
Somebody turn my mic on, throw in that beat I could on
Shut up and cause fuck it I'm spitting so cold blooded, python
Connecticut over to Saigon, at me as if I am an icon
Getting that dough like I with Tae-Kwon
Drinking gin they be calling me Qui-Gon
Started out in that time, mixtapes in the trunk of the car that I was driving in
That Altima, back bumper hanging off the side, people honking at me (get off the road!)
Getting pulled over so often I'd have my registration at all times, hanging out my like
Sorry guy, I I was speeding, I'm fucking high, but my plates are good and I'm fucking dry
Smoked all my weed on my way down here, we ain't got no Fuck you, bye
Peel off in that box, so kick rocks, I'm out of here
head back to my parents house and get drunk until I run out of beer
But that was then, now I'm differently
The clubs that would always me away, now they all let me in for free
The girls that used to me off, now they all on their friggin' knees
Still blowing me off, only Now it's literally