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 the clique
don't watch me better watch my bitches

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

One touch fiend for the clit lick
leave 'em nothing but a quick fix
Me and money be the first pick and
Do the dirt and

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

Carry rockets in my pockets, step back
Put holes in ya back you can bet that, 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
Peach pony head course
Player instinct, learned my dogs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Most niggas handle me
So I strictly fuck wit'
Sports to death, ask
I only deal wit a high class nigga?

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

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

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

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

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

I tell 'em like
Ain't to mother fuckers bad as me
Bust at a wit' a rhyme
Or a wit' a tragedy

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

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

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

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

Material hoe, keeping niggas they draws
And for more
Surrounded wit', diamonds around the
Cruise the in my six, bruising 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 been rocking the basement since I was about two
Pick up the pace quick, why worry about a
When I stepped in came wit' my feet in the
Leave niggas in

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

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

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