Luyện nghe bài hát Aww Naww

Yeeeeaaah,

I've going hard, all these years been on the low
Used to show up to the spot and they would stop me at the
Now my name is hot so they be acting like they
And leading my right through those velvet ropes
Now I got them saying, aww naww, who the hell let in
Aww naww, who the let Webby in
Aww naww, so run and tell friends
It's time to get it mother fucker, let the games begin

1]
Oh hello, hi there, in the ring, never fight fair
I swear, on tint, never seeing through my eye-wear
No button down but I'm sleeved up, so many and I fly there
And my fans be getting them tickets than pissing in public in Times Square
That nightmare on your street, stay with the hash corned beef
And I light it up and I breathe it and my 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, rolling 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 I'm used to em
You doing shit but smoking weed, watching porn, got no degree
You're a and blame everybody 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 at, wait is that him, did he just cut the line, wait where's Denise at?"
But I ain't gotta say nothing back, cause I got girlfriend on my lap

2]
Somebody turn my mic on, in that beat I could ride on
Shut up and listen cause fuck it I'm spitting so blooded, python
Connecticut to Saigon, looking at me as if I am an icon
Getting dough like I started with Tae-Kwon
Drinking this gin they be calling me
Started out in that small time, mixtapes in the trunk of the car 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 registration at all times, out my window like
Sorry guy, I know I was speeding, I'm fucking high, but my plates are good and I'm dry
Smoked all my weed on my way down here, we 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 living
The clubs that would always turn me away, now all let me in for free
The girls that used to blow me off, now all on their friggin' knees
Still blowing me off, only difference? Now literally