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 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 hell let in
Aww naww, so run and tell friends
It's time to get it started mother fucker, let the games

1]
Oh hello, hi there, in the ring, never fight fair
I swear, shades on tint, never 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 pissing in public in Square
That nightmare on your street, with the hash like corned beef
And I it up and I breathe it and my blunt be full of that four leaf
We killing this and I'm on my grind, shit I got sore feet
24 on my tour bus, rolling right 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 type of I'm used to em
You doing shit but smoking weed, watching porn, got no degree
You're a disappointment and blame else that you never got where you hoped to be
See I worked for it, you sat back, I grinded out while you
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 turn my mic on, in that beat I could ride on
Shut up and listen cause it I'm spitting so cold blooded, python
over to Saigon, looking at me as if I am an icon
Getting dough like I started with Tae-Kwon
Drinking this gin they be me Qui-Gon
Started out in that time, mixtapes in the trunk of the car that I was driving in
That Altima, with back bumper hanging off the side, honking at me (get off the road!)
Getting pulled over so often I'd have my at all times, hanging out my window like
Sorry guy, I know I was speeding, I'm fucking high, but my are good and I'm fucking dry
Smoked all my weed on my way down here, we ain't got no charges? you, bye
Peel off in that shit box, so 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 differently
The clubs that would always turn me away, now they all let me in for
The girls used to blow me off, now they all on their friggin' knees
Still blowing me off, only difference? Now literally