Luyện nghe bài hát Aww Naww

Yeeeeaaah,

I've been going hard, all 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 they know
And they leading my 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 your friends
It's time to get it started fucker, let the games 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 up, so many shows and I fly there
And my fans be them tickets quicker than pissing in public in Times Square
That nightmare on your street, stay with the hash like beef
And I light it up and I breathe it and my blunt be full of that four
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, sitting at and YouTubing
Hating on me from a laptop, but these type of people I'm to em
You doing shit but smoking weed, watching 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 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 ain't gotta say nothing back, cause I got girlfriend on my lap

2]
Somebody turn my mic on, throw in that beat I could on
Shut up and listen fuck it I'm spitting so cold blooded, python
Connecticut over to Saigon, at me as if I am an icon
that dough like I started with Tae-Kwon
Drinking gin they be calling me Qui-Gon
Started out in small 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!)
pulled 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 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 shit box, so kick rocks, I'm out of here
Then head back to my parents house and get drunk 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 blow me off, now they all on their friggin'
blowing me off, only difference? Now it's literally