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 watch my bitches
Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella that's the
Nigga don't watch me better watch my

I stay sick
Each flow like liquid shit
Harder the dick get
flew his whole clan just to get wit'

One nigga fiend for the clit lick
Don't leave 'em nothing but a fix
Me and money be the first pick and
Do the dirt and

Sexy thug keep get me warm make my toes
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, better back
Put holes in ya you can bet that, hustle for the dollar
Eve, like to cut you, make you
Play cuts for bucks and watch 'em up

You more?
See me in the top it's on
color pony head course
Player instinct, learned my dogs

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

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

Put me up against anybody I
my time for this line for line
Mad chart thugs wit' yours crime for
Real bitches keeping it raw, time

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

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

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

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

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

This rap is like drugs to me
Nigga, a fix leave it up to me
All Is Legal
y'all know how we do

First class, all out
Or, S-Class all out
Got the cash, be out
Bitch gone only do wit the best out

Most can't handle me
So I strictly fuck wit'
Sports to death, ask
Don't I only wit a high class nigga?

It's a turn off if my cash
Don't blame me, my last nigga
Mother fucker me laced from the feet up
Started off wit a of V studs

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

don't need that 99 and I still ain't meet my match
Feel me huh? New Your and huh?
The only that had a chance
Was the ones the cash advance

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

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

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

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

I happen to be the of bitch
Get a grudge I don't and shit
And at what I did in life as a kid
Wit' thugs and

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

Niggas continuously rolling me to choke on
Tryna get a on
High, I have to get it
When you can never see me the Devil's Advocate

Material hoe, keeping dropping they draws
And fiending for
Surrounded wit', diamonds around the
Cruise the town in my six, bruising every time I hit

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

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

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

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

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