Luyện nghe bài hát Aww Naww

Yeeeeaaah,

I've going hard, all these years been on the low
Used to show up to the and they would stop me at the door
Now my name is hot so be acting like they know
And they leading my right through those velvet
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, back in the ring, never fair
I swear, shades on tint, never seeing through my
No button down but I'm sleeved up, so many shows and I fly
And my fans be getting them tickets 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 feet
24 deep on my tour bus, right out to the floor seats
I'm blowing up what are you doing, sitting at and YouTubing
on me from a laptop, but these type of people I'm used to em
You ain't doing but smoking weed, watching porn, got no degree
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 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 gotta say nothing back, 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 blooded, python
Connecticut over to Saigon, at me as if I am an icon
Getting that dough like I started with
Drinking this gin they be calling me
Started out in that small time, mixtapes in the of the car that I was driving in
That Altima, with back bumper off the side, people honking at me (get off the road!)
Getting pulled over so often I'd have my registration at all times, out my window like
Sorry guy, I I was speeding, I'm fucking high, but my plates are good and I'm fucking dry
all my weed on my way down here, we ain't got no charges? Fuck you, bye
Peel off in that shit box, so rocks, I'm out of here
Then head to my parents house and get drunk until I run out of beer
But that was then, now I'm living
The clubs that would turn me away, now they all let me in for free
The that used to blow me off, now they all on their friggin' knees
Still blowing me off, only difference? Now it's