Luyện nghe bài hát Aww Naww

Yeeeeaaah,

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

1]
Oh hello, hi there, back in the ring, fight fair
I swear, shades on tint, never seeing through my
No button down but I'm sleeved up, so many and I fly there
And my be getting them tickets quicker than pissing in public in Times Square
That nightmare on your street, stay with the like corned beef
And I light it up and I it and my blunt 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 out to the floor seats
I'm up what are you doing, sitting at home and YouTubing
Hating on me from a laptop, but these of people I'm used to em
You ain't shit but smoking weed, watching porn, got no degree
You're a disappointment and blame everybody else that you never got where you to be
See I worked for it, you sat back, I grinded out you relaxed
And now you like; "Fuck 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 gotta say nothing back, cause I got your girlfriend on my lap

2]
Somebody turn my mic on, throw in that I could ride on
Shut up and listen cause fuck it I'm spitting so blooded, python
Connecticut over to Saigon, at me as if I am an icon
Getting that dough I started with Tae-Kwon
Drinking this gin they be calling me
Started out in that small time, mixtapes in the of the car that I was driving in
That Altima, with back bumper 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 window
Sorry guy, I know I was speeding, I'm high, but my plates are good and I'm fucking dry
Smoked all my on my way down here, we ain't got no charges? Fuck you, bye
Peel off in that box, so kick rocks, I'm out of here
Then head back to my parents and get drunk until I run out of beer
But that was then, now I'm living
The clubs that would always me away, now they all let me in for free
The girls that used to blow me off, now all on their friggin' knees
Still blowing me off, only difference? Now it's