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 me nigga watch my bitches
Yeah, yeah, that's the clique
Nigga don't watch me watch my bitches

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

One touch nigga fiend for the clit
Don't leave 'em but a quick fix
Me and makers be the first pick and
Do the quick and

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

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

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

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

I need to survive 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
Taking my for this line for line
Mad chart wit' yours crime for crime
Real keeping it raw, about time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When it cause catastrophes, actually 'cause you to bleed
Fuck up anything you breathe, the weed
If a nigga to step outta line, I'm a gradually
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 knowledge of a college mother
a scholarship
At any degree my temperature get, hot to freezing
I release, you can see the reason, I'm so cold

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

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

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

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

And guess what the say?
Capital B R A T was here and got paid all
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 hold niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my dawgs
(Hey)

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