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 would stop me at the door
Now my name is hot so they be acting like know
And they leading my right through those ropes
Now I got them saying, aww naww, who the let Webby in
Aww naww, who the hell let in
Aww naww, so run and tell friends
time to get it started mother fucker, let the games begin

1]
Oh hello, hi there, back in the ring, never fight
I swear, on tint, never seeing through my eye-wear
No down but I'm sleeved up, so many shows and I fly there
And my fans be getting them 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 blunt be full of that four
We this and I'm on my grind, running shit I got sore feet
24 deep on my bus, rolling right out to the floor seats
I'm blowing up what are you doing, sitting at home and
Hating on me a laptop, but these type 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 got where you hoped to be
See I worked for it, you sat back, I grinded out while you
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 beat I ride 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 calling me
Started out in that time, mixtapes in the trunk of the car that I was driving in
That Altima, with bumper hanging off the side, people honking at me (get off the road!)
Getting over so often I'd have 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 drunk until I run out of
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 used to blow me off, now they all on their friggin' knees
Still blowing me off, only difference? Now literally