Luyện nghe bài hát Road Dawgs

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

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

I stay wit'
[unverified] flow like liquid shit
Harder than the get
Nigga flew his whole just to get wit'

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

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

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

You want
See me in the drop top on
Peach color pony head
Player instinct, learned my dogs

Save ya money baby, I'ma you to the mall
And I buy you small
something negligence
Cartier, came fast in things

What I need to 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 against I shine
Taking my for this line for line
Mad chart thugs wit' crime for crime
Real bitches it raw, about time

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

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

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

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

Crush shit before I touch shit
Wit the princess cuts and
My niggas, for me
Haters, you think you can fuck wit' me

This rap shit is like to me
Nigga, need a fix it up to me
All Money Is
y'all know how we do

First class, all out
Or, all sexed out
Got the cash, be out
Bitch gone do joints wit the best out

Most niggas can't me
So I strictly fuck wit'
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 nigga
fucker kept me laced from the feet up
Started off wit a pair of V

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

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

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

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

I tell 'em this
Ain't to many fuckers bad as me
Bust at a nigga wit' a
Or a wit' a tragedy

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

I happen to be the type of
Get a grudge I budge and shit
And at what I did in life as a kid
Wit' and pents

Now I got the of a college mother fucker
Wit' a
At any degree my temperature get, boiling hot to
I release, you can see the reason, I'm so cold

Niggas continuously me beats to choke on
get a smoke on
High, 'cause I to get it
you can never see me coming the Devil's Advocate

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

And I tryna quit
If I do, you can never find to fill my shoes
I prove you can't this
Attempt to and

This little nigga been rocking the basement since I was two
Pick up the pace quick, why worry a replacement?
When I in came wit' my feet in the pavement
Leave niggas in

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

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

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