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 stop me at the door
Now my is hot so they be acting like they know
And they leading my right through those velvet
Now I got them saying, aww naww, who the let Webby in
Aww naww, who the let Webby in
Aww naww, so run and tell your
time to get it started mother fucker, let the games begin

1]
Oh hello, hi there, in the ring, never fight 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, with the hash like corned beef
And I it up and I breathe it and my blunt be full of that four leaf
We killing this and I'm on my grind, running I got sore feet
24 deep on my bus, rolling 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 type of people I'm used to em
You ain't doing shit but 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 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 my mic on, throw in that beat I could ride on
Shut up and cause fuck it I'm spitting so cold blooded, python
Connecticut over to Saigon, looking at me as if I am an
Getting that 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, with back bumper hanging off the side, honking at me (get off the road!)
Getting pulled over so often I'd have my 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 down here, we got no charges? Fuck you, bye
off in that 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 would always turn me away, now they all let me in for free
The girls used to blow me off, now they all on their friggin' knees
blowing me off, only difference? Now it's literally