Luyện nghe bài hát Aww Naww

Yeeeeaaah,

I've been going hard, all these been on the low
Used to show up to the spot and they would me at the door
Now my name is hot so be acting like they know
And leading my right through those velvet ropes
Now I got saying, aww naww, who the hell let Webby in
Aww naww, who the let Webby in
Aww naww, so run and tell your
It's time to get it mother 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 but I'm sleeved up, so many shows and I fly there
And my fans be getting them tickets quicker than pissing in in Times Square
That nightmare on street, stay with the hash 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 right out to the floor
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 shit but smoking weed, watching porn, got no
You're a disappointment and blame everybody else that you never got you hoped to be
See I for it, you sat back, I grinded out while you relaxed
And now you like; "Fuck Webby man, yo, I should be where he's at, wait is that him, did he just cut the line, wait where's at?"
But I gotta say nothing back, cause I got your girlfriend on my lap

2]
Somebody my mic on, throw in that beat I could ride on
Shut up and listen cause fuck it I'm spitting so cold blooded,
Connecticut over to Saigon, looking at me as if I am an
Getting that dough like I with Tae-Kwon
Drinking this gin 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 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 on my way down here, we ain't got no charges? Fuck you, bye
Peel off in shit box, so kick rocks, I'm out of here
Then head back to my parents house and get until I run out of beer
But that was then, now I'm living
The clubs that would always turn me away, now 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 Now it's literally