Luyện nghe bài hát Aww Naww

Yeeeeaaah,

I've been hard, all these years been on the low
Used to up to the spot and they would stop 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 saying, aww naww, who the hell let Webby in
Aww naww, who the let Webby in
Aww naww, so run and your friends
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, shades on tint, seeing through my eye-wear
No button down but I'm up, so many shows and I fly there
And my fans be getting them tickets quicker than in public in Times Square
That nightmare on your street, stay 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 sore
24 deep on my tour bus, right out to the floor seats
I'm blowing up what are you doing, at home and YouTubing
Hating on me from a laptop, but these type of people I'm to em
You ain't doing shit but smoking weed, porn, got no degree
You're a disappointment and blame everybody else you never got where you hoped to be
See I worked for it, you sat back, I grinded out you relaxed
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 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 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
this gin they be calling me Qui-Gon
Started out in that small time, 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 pulled over so often I'd have my registration at all times, hanging out my window
Sorry guy, I I was speeding, I'm fucking 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 to my parents house and get drunk until I run out of beer
But was then, now I'm living differently
The clubs would always turn me away, now they all let me in for free
The girls that used to blow me off, now they all on friggin' knees
Still blowing me off, only difference? Now it's