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
watch me nigga watch my bitches
Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella the clique
Nigga don't watch me watch my bitches

I stay wit'
Each [unverified] flow liquid shit
than the dick 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 be the first pick and
Do the quick and

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

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

You want
See me in the top it's on
Peach color head course
Player instinct, learned from my

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

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

Put me up against I shine
my time 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 they niggas
Who hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)

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

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

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

Crush shit before I even touch
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 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 joints wit the out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When it cause catastrophes, will actually 'cause you to
up anything you breathe, pass the weed
If a nigga proceed to 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 at what I did in life as a kid
Wit' and pents

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

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

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

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

This nigga been rocking the basement since I was about two
Pick up the pace quick, why worry about a
When I stepped in came my feet in the pavement
Leave in amazement

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

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

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