Luyện nghe bài hát Awnaw Remix

Yo, this is the Roc-A-Fella

Killah kid, nappy roots... ready?

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

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

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My first song was forty-eight bars with no hook
You hear me thru my pages out my favorite notebook
The was in the closet (What?) No headphones, we lost it
Niggas scared to get some water, roaches hangin the faucets
No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just tryin to make
been the hustler,
flirtin' all his customers, and flat broke,
Nappy smokin grass out on the back
I'm thinkin I got everything a boy could ask for

V]
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 for the cussin, but the hatred it made us cuss
Held on, but it was - stepped up, took charge
Ran thru what we up, but what was we afraid for?
Look we made of, heart that what made us
here is alright, but MUST believe we won't fall!

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

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

My llel be hogwild,
bet that that roota to that toota-file
Hell naw, them country boys ain't headed south for six
mah, them kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes
Skullied on that front po'ch, 'cause you know they got
Seventy-nine coupe DeVille purdy cal grill
Interstate 65 headin to Cashfield
filled, to the tippy-top, back-seat Benz
Spent my last cent on the rent, left with lints
A damn shame, gotta grind and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county with Mary Jane
A time, a gravel road, to cash and fame and sold my soul
To Hell and back, and back and forth, with same jeans and 'fro

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

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

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

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it come to New York, I'm the man around town trust me
Down in the buggy, I'm cat down in Kentucky
Outta Bowling Green, heard holdin cream
Mess wit a slicker, we could mold a team
We'll talk in codes, "smoke" 'll be the box
Could be the hamhots, could be the
make wild mills, how ill
I'll show you how that ? feel, in that cow grill

(Twista)
Finna hit the south, get up out the
smokin on a feelin pretty good
with a chick gotta hit it lil bit
now she me daddy in the county full of wood
call me country, on the headrest
if there aint no seats in the back of me
i'll the dvd's for the cars
and the streets and the in back of me
i'm chill, in a chevy with a
with a black cadillac got the
if it got rims with the drop
on the with no locks than it's not mah concoction
hurt 'em the chrome, rollin on chrome rims it's the twenties
nappy roots and twista, if it aint dope, then don't call it country

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

Them boys
them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!