Luyện nghe bài hát Aww Naww

Yeeeeaaah,

I've been going hard, all years been on the low
to show 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 let Webby in
Aww naww, so run and tell friends
It's 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 button 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 your street, stay with the hash like corned
And I light it up and I breathe it and my blunt be full of four leaf
We killing this and I'm on my grind, running shit I got sore
24 on my tour bus, rolling 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 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 for it, you sat back, I grinded out while you relaxed
And now you like; "Fuck Webby man, yo, I be where he's at, wait is that him, did he just cut the line, wait where's Denise at?"
But I ain't say nothing back, cause I got your girlfriend on my lap

2]
Somebody turn my mic on, throw in that beat I 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
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 bumper hanging off the side, people honking at me (get off the road!)
Getting pulled over so 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 and I'm fucking dry
Smoked all my weed on my way down here, we ain't got no Fuck you, bye
Peel off in that shit box, so rocks, I'm out of here
head back to my parents house and get drunk 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 that used to me off, now they all on their friggin' knees
Still blowing me off, only difference? Now literally