Luyện nghe bài hát Aw Naw

Yo, ha ha Roots

Awnaw, naw, boy
Man, done up and done it
Awnaw, naw, boy
done up and done it

Awnaw, naw, boy
Man, done up and done it
Ah, done up and done it
Man, done up and done it

My first song was forty-eight bars with no hook
You hear me through my pages out my favorite notebook
The was in the closet, what? No headphones, we lost it
Niggas scared to get some water, roaches over the faucets

No AC, break a sweat just tryin' to make beats
E-Dubz was a hustler, hey man
Always with all his customers and flat broke
smokin' blacks out on the back porch
I'm thinkin' I got a country boy could ask for

Now, what we do to get Say dat boy
Lay it down and it to ya raw, say dat boy
Hey now we hurt some, suffered for more, takes what we for
Hated for the cussin' but the hatred, it us cuss more

Held on but it was hard, stepped up, charge
Ran through what we of but what was we afraid for?
Look at what we made of, hard times done us
Being here is alright but must believe we want

Them boys on the rise
With them big fat wheels on the
Peep vertical grills on the ride
And aww

country boys
(Awnaw, hell naw, man, done up and done it)
With big fat wheels
(Awnaw, hell naw, boy, done up and done it)

Peep the grills
(Awnaw, naw, boy, man, y'all done up and done it)
And aww
(Y'all up and done it, man, y'all done up and done it)

My yegga, we hogwild, bet that from that buddha to toota-file
Hell naw, them country boys ain't south for six miles
Kentucky mud, kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes
on that front po'ch, plus you know they got 'dro

Seventy-nine DeVille vertical Caddy grill
Interstate 65 headed down Cashville
Glass to the tippy-top, back-seat Benz
Spent my last cent on the rent, with pocket lints

A damn shame, gotta anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, the county line with Mary Jane
A long time, a road to cash and fame and sold my soul
To and back and back and forth with same jeans and nappy 'fro

I might, hop off the Harley, smoke like Bob Marley
parties with shawties, wallin' like they swallowin' Bacardi
Them butter skin, gutter like kin
you 'bout to lose ya life fuckin' with them

Them country boys on the
With them big fat wheels on the
Peep the vertical on the ride
And aww

Them country
(Awnaw, hell naw, man, y'all up and done it)
them big fat wheels
(Awnaw, hell naw, boy, y'all up and done it)

the vertical grills
(Awnaw, hell naw, boy, man, y'all done up and it)
And aww
(Y'all done up and done it, man, y'all up and done it)

country boys
With them big fat
the vertical grills
And aww

Them boys
With them big fat
Peep the vertical
And aww

Them country on the rise
With them big fat on the side
Peep the vertical grills on the
And aww

Them country
With big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And aww