Luyện nghe bài hát Lac Dogs & Hogs

[Cars
4x - Nappy Roots]
(Yes) Oh yes it's Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes) It's Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

[Verse 1 - Deville]
Skinny talkin bout wood with that custom leather, bangin down I-65
Slaw and but dubs are better, who you think gon' keep it live?
It's Nappy bitch, have to come
Pay attention, learn lesson, yup
We them folk with Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs
What you think that Nappy gon' be broke Shit naw
Hit the bank and cashin in on old
What, you ain't know about them fried sessions?
Does Likwit hit in '97 +Answer+ all yo' +Questions+?
Kentucky's on the map now, who you done gave directions?
From the top and down, we rep the country to perfection
Don't it look so slum 55 from New York down to Texas?
poor straight from the South and haters must respect this

[Verse 2 - Ron
(Let me you about it)
I first got my baby she could barely start
A-hand-me-down a real O.G., all day she stayed in park
Almost never did she
in 1979
And she about a ton
Big ol' built to run
First thing I done, hauled her over, had her G notes
Underneath her hood, hundreds of powered her ego
Her government name was Coup Deville but I called her Miss
Top her some (?) and fit her for some twenties (twenties)
Playas hate that I be trickin like she's all that I'm with
So we took her to the edge and shoved it and "Ball out on a Budget"
Dug in her guts, her up with leather and wood
Together it go good, us country boys forever hood

[Verse 3 - B.
You shove that shit that go bump bump bump
And ya, shake the lock off her trunk
When ya, hit the block make her jump
Roll your window down, stop, look somethin like a pimp
Roll that window up, and show 'em they reflection and their ultrafade
Then on that sucka like Wesley's +Blade+
Escalade D.T.S., switch it up, keep them haters on toes
Red Rolls, hoes
Can't believe it, when they see twenty fo's, believe it
My ham and cheese the
Now what I'm talkin bout? I you three guesses

4 - Big V]
You the wind, don't ya?
You hear the tires
Kentucky, Colorado, Boston down to New
Big bodies get it done, Ram preferably
Cause they do run run, do run run
Black magic, lookin better then fryin a pan of fish
leanin like they do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta)
Adjective, describin I'm rollin in
Them country fellas ain't gon' stop it, we on the again

[R.
God damn, yes I am, the thriller the skrilla
Got plans, Pac fan 4 my N.I.G.G.A.Z.+
Stop starin, we not
Armor kryptonite
Rims nice but thank God our came to life
Fast roller, swoll up
The mind up
The hold us
Soldiers quick to throw rags when I roll up
Dimes is
liquor, my rhymes is colder
Prophet never this fine since I grinded Cola
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