Luyện nghe bài hát Road Dawgs

DJ
(Jay-Z)
New
(Uh, huh, it out now)
Road
Amil, Eve, Da
(Amillion, E-V-E)

First Lady, it out, uh yo
Don't watch me nigga watch my
Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella the clique
Nigga watch me better watch my bitches

I stay sick
Each [unverified] flow like liquid
than the dick get
Nigga flew his whole clan just to get

One touch nigga for the clit lick
Don't leave 'em nothing but a fix
Me and makers be the first pick and
Do the quick and

Sexy thug keep get me warm my toes twitch
Only fuck wit' the raw you should know
Ruff Ryde, but you of the stallion
for cream, me and Amillion

Carry rockets in my pockets, better step
Put in ya back you can bet that, hustle for the dollar
Eve, to cut you, make you holler
Play for bucks and watch 'em pile up

You more?
See me in the drop top on
Peach color pony course
Player instinct, learned from my

Save ya money baby, I'ma take you to the
And I buy you small
Maybe negligence
Cartier, came in small things

I need to survive is a peace of the pie, feel me
E V E,
Taking the shit, it mine
Big niggas in the game that'll let us

Put me up anybody I shine
Taking my time for line for line
Mad chart wit' yours crime for crime
Real bitches it raw, about time

my hoes in this house
Who hold niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my dawgs
(Hey)

Where my in this place
Who hold they niggas
he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)

Where my in this house
Who they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road
(Hey)

Where my ladies in place
Who hold they space
he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)

Crush before I even touch shit
Wit the princess and shit
My niggas, for me
Haters, make you think you can fuck me

This rap shit is drugs to me
Nigga, need a fix it up to me
All Is Legal
Roca know how we do

class, all stretch out
Or, all sexed out
Got the cash, be out
Bitch gone only do joints wit the out

niggas can't handle me
So I fuck wit' family
Sports to death, ask
Don't I deal wit a high class nigga?

It's a turn off if my bigger
Don't blame me, blame my last
Mother fucker kept me laced the feet up
off wit a pair of V studs

I be wifey no
ended up wit the SE what
Windows down, back
Can't me wit' a sweet track

Co-writers don't need that 99 and I ain't meet my match
me huh? New Your and Philly huh?
The only ones had a chance
Was the wit' the cash advance

my hoes in this house
Who hold they down
Who roll hard, y'all my dawgs
(Hey)

Where my in this place
Who they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby up
(Owh)

I 'em like this
to many mother fuckers bad as me
Bust at a nigga a rhyme
Or a wit' a tragedy

it cause catastrophes, will actually 'cause you to bleed
Fuck up anything you breathe, pass the
If a proceed to step outta line, I'm a gradually
Fill his anatomy wit' bullet holes in his

I happen to be the of bitch
Get a grudge I budge and shit
And look at what I did in as a kid
thugs and pents

Now I got the knowledge of a mother fucker
a scholarship
At any degree my temperature get, hot to freezing
When I release, you can see the reason, I'm so

Niggas continuously rolling me beats to on
get a smoke on
High, I have to get it
When you can see me coming the Devil's Advocate

Material hoe, keeping niggas dropping they
And for more
Surrounded wit', around the wrist
the town in my six, bruising them every time I hit

And I tryna quit
If I do, you can find another to fill my shoes
I prove you can't duplicate
to and lose

This little nigga been rocking the since I was about two
Pick up the pace quick, why about a replacement?
When I stepped in wit' my feet in the pavement
niggas in amazement

And guess what the say?
B R A T was here and got paid all year
In a major way, fuck what the haters, fuck the
I spit on niggas, who try to my joy

Where my hoes in house
Who they niggas down
Who roll hard, my road dawgs
(Hey)

Where my ladies in this
Who they niggas space
When he up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)