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 they would me at the door
Now my name is hot so they be acting like they
And they leading my right through those 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 your
time to get it started mother fucker, let the games begin

1]
Oh hello, hi there, back in the ring, never fair
I swear, shades on tint, seeing through my eye-wear
No down but I'm sleeved up, so many shows and I fly there
And my fans be getting them tickets quicker than in public in Times Square
That nightmare on your street, stay the hash like corned beef
And I it up and I breathe it and my blunt be full of that four leaf
We killing and I'm on my grind, running shit I got sore feet
24 deep on my tour bus, right out to the floor seats
I'm blowing up what are you doing, sitting at home and
Hating on me from a laptop, but these type of I'm used to em
You ain't doing shit but smoking weed, porn, got no degree
You're a disappointment and blame everybody else you never 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 should be where 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 beat I could ride on
up and listen cause fuck it I'm spitting so cold blooded, python
Connecticut over to Saigon, 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 small time, mixtapes in the trunk of the car I was driving in
That Altima, back bumper hanging off the side, people honking at me (get off the road!)
Getting pulled over so often I'd have my registration at all times, hanging out my 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 got no charges? Fuck you, bye
Peel off in that shit box, so kick rocks, I'm out of
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 always 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 literally