Luyện nghe bài hát Aww Naww

Yeeeeaaah,

I've been hard, all these years been on the low
to show up to the spot and they would stop me at the door
Now my name is hot so be acting like they know
And they my right through those velvet ropes
Now I got them saying, aww naww, who the let Webby in
Aww naww, who the let Webby in
Aww naww, so run and your friends
It's time to get it started mother fucker, let the games

1]
Oh hello, hi there, in the ring, never fight fair
I swear, shades on tint, never seeing my eye-wear
No button down but I'm sleeved up, so many and I fly there
And my fans be getting them tickets quicker than pissing in public in Square
That nightmare on your street, stay with the hash like beef
And I light it up and I breathe it and my blunt be full of that leaf
We killing this and I'm on my grind, running shit I got sore
24 on my tour bus, rolling right out to the floor seats
I'm blowing up are you doing, sitting at home and YouTubing
Hating on me from a laptop, but type 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 him, did he just cut the line, wait where's Denise at?"
But I ain't gotta say back, cause I got your girlfriend on my lap

2]
Somebody turn my mic on, throw in that beat I could on
Shut up and listen cause fuck it I'm spitting so blooded, python
over to Saigon, looking at me as if I am an icon
Getting that dough like I with Tae-Kwon
this gin they be calling me Qui-Gon
Started out in that small time, mixtapes in the 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
guy, I know 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 ain't got no charges? 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 until I run out of
But that was then, now I'm living
The that 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
Still blowing me off, difference? Now it's literally