Luyện nghe bài hát Aww Naww

Yeeeeaaah,

I've been going hard, all these years on the low
Used to up to the spot and they would stop 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 them saying, aww naww, who the hell let 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 fight
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 than pissing in public in Square
That on your street, stay with the hash like corned beef
And I light it up and I breathe it and my blunt be full of four leaf
We killing and I'm on my grind, running shit I got sore feet
24 deep on my tour bus, rolling 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 of people I'm used to em
You ain't shit but smoking weed, watching porn, got no degree
You're a disappointment and blame everybody else that you never got 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 he's at, wait is that him, did he just cut the line, wait Denise at?"
But I ain't gotta say nothing back, cause I got your on my lap

2]
Somebody my mic on, throw in that beat I could ride on
Shut up and listen cause fuck it I'm so cold blooded, python
Connecticut to Saigon, looking at me as if I am an icon
Getting that like I started with Tae-Kwon
Drinking gin they be calling me Qui-Gon
Started out in that small time, mixtapes in the of the car that I was driving in
That Altima, with back bumper off the side, people honking at me (get off the road!)
Getting pulled over so often I'd have my registration at all times, out my window 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 ain't got no Fuck you, bye
Peel off in that box, so kick 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 differently
The clubs that would always turn me away, now they all let me in for
The girls that used to blow me off, now they all on their knees
Still blowing me off, only difference? Now it's