Luyện nghe bài hát Awnaw Remix

Yo, this is the Roc-A-Fella

kid, nappy roots... ya'll ready?

UH.... they done it... let the country meet the boys... uh..

Awnaw! naw! Man
Y'all done up and it
Awnaw! naw! Boy
Y'all done up and it
Awnaw! naw! Boy
done up and done it
Ah, done up and done it
Man done up and done it

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My first was like forty-eight bars with no hook
You me flippin thru my pages out my favorite notebook
The microphone was in the closet (What?) No headphones, we it
scared to get some water, roaches hangin over the faucets
No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just tryin to beats
E-Double's the hustler,
flirtin' all his customers, and flat broke,
Nappy smokin grass out on the po'ch
I'm thinkin I got everything a country boy ask for

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Now what we do to get (Say dat boy!!)
Lay it and bring it to ya raw (Say dat boy!!)
Hey now we some, suffered for more, takes what we work for
for for the cussin, but the hatred it made us cuss more
Held on, but it was - stepped up, took charge
Ran what we scared up, but what was we afraid for?
Look what we made of, heart that what us
Being here is alright, but MUST we won't fall!

country boys on the ride!
With big fat wheels on the side!
Peep the vertical on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!

{Repeat over this part}
Them boys
With big fat wheels
the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!

My gon' be hogwild,
bet that from that to that toota-file
Hell naw, them country ain't headed south for six miles
Kentucky mah, them kinfolk, twankies with hundred-spokes
Skullied on that front po'ch, you know they got 'dro
Seventy-nine coupe DeVille purdy cal patty
Interstate 65 headin to Cashfield
filled, to the tippy-top, back-seat Benz
Spent my cent on the rent, left with pocket lints
A shame, gotta grind anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county line with Jane
A long time, a road, to cash and fame and sold my soul
To Hell and back, and back and forth, with same and nappy 'fro

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I might, hop off the Harley, spoke mine like Bob
Not parties with charties, wallin like they Bacardi
Them butter-skin, gutted like kin
Understand you 'bout to lose ya life fuckin Deion

country boys on the ride!
With big fat wheels on the side!
Peep the grills on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!

{Repeat Hook over part}
Them country
them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it to New York, I'm the man around town just trust me
Down in the buggy, I'm that cat in Kentucky
Outta Bowling Green, you're holdin cream
Mess wit a city slicker, we could a team
We'll in codes, "smoke" 'll be the sand box
be the hamhots, could be the lamb-chops
we'll make mills, how ill
I'll show you how that ? feel, trade in cow grill

(Twista)
hit the south, get up out the city
smokin on a fitty feelin pretty
a hood chick gotta hit it lil bit
now she call me daddy in the county full of
call me country, tv's on the
even if there no seats in the back of me
play the dvd's for the cars
and the and the people in back of me
i'm chill, in a chevy with a
with a black got the options
if it aint got rims with the
on the block no locks than it's not mah concoction
hurt 'em with the chrome, rollin on chrome it's the twenties
this nappy roots and twista, if it aint dope, then don't call it

country boys on the ride!
With them big fat on the side!
the vertical grills on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!

Them country
With big fat wheels
the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!