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 leading my right through those velvet ropes
Now I got them saying, aww naww, who the let Webby in
Aww naww, who the hell let in
Aww naww, so run and tell your
It's time to get it 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 button but I'm sleeved up, so many shows and I fly there
And my fans be getting them tickets quicker pissing in public in Times Square
That nightmare on your street, stay with the hash like corned
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 on my tour bus, rolling right out to the floor seats
I'm up what are you doing, sitting 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, porn, got no degree
You're a disappointment and 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 he's at, wait is that him, did he just cut the line, wait Denise at?"
But I gotta say nothing back, cause I got your girlfriend on my lap

2]
Somebody turn my mic on, throw in that I could ride on
Shut up and listen cause fuck it I'm spitting so cold blooded,
Connecticut over to Saigon, at me as if I am an icon
Getting that dough like I started with
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
Altima, with back 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 I was speeding, I'm fucking high, but my plates are good and I'm fucking dry
Smoked all my weed on my way 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 back to my parents house and get drunk until I run out of
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 they all on their knees
Still me off, only difference? Now it's literally