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

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

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

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

Carry in my pockets, better step back
Put holes in ya 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 drop top on
Peach color head course
Player instinct, from my dogs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Most niggas can't me
So I strictly wit' family
Sports to death, ask
Don't I only deal wit a class nigga?

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

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

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

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

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

I tell 'em like
Ain't to many 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 you breathe, pass the weed
If a nigga proceed to step outta line, I'm a
Fill his anatomy wit' bullet in his behind

I happen to be the type of
Get a grudge I don't and shit
And look at what I did in as a kid
thugs and pents

Now I got the knowledge of a 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 rolling me beats to choke on
Tryna get a on
High, I have to get it
When you can never see me coming the Devil's

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

And I tryna quit
If I do, you can never find another to my shoes
I prove you can't duplicate
to and lose

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

And guess the ingravement 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 down
Who roll hard, my road dawgs
(Hey)

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