Luyện nghe bài hát Lac Dogs & Hogs

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

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

[Verse 2 - Ron
(Let me you about it)
When I first got my baby she could start
A-hand-me-down from a O.G., all day she stayed in park
Almost did she drive
in 1979
And she weighed a ton
Big ol' body to run
First thing I done, her over, had her hummin G notes
Underneath her hood, of horses powered her ego
Her government name was Coup Deville but I called her Miss
Top her with some (?) and fit her for twenties (twenties)
Playas hate that I be like she's all that I'm love with
So we took her to the and shoved it and still "Ball out on a Budget"
Dug in her guts, her up with leather and wood
it go good, us country boys forever stay 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 make her muh'fucker jump
Roll window down, stop, look like somethin like a pimp
Roll that window back up, and 'em they reflection and their ultrafade
Then chop on that sucka Wesley's +Blade+
D.T.S., switch it up, keep them haters on they toes
Red Rolls, Fleetwood
Can't believe it, when they see twenty fo's, believe it
My ham and the freshest
Now what I'm bout? I give you three guesses

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

[R.
God damn, yes I am, the with the skrilla
Got plans, Pac fan 4 my N.I.G.G.A.Z.+
Stop starin, we not
Armor color
Rims nice but thank God our dreams came to
Fast roller, swoll up
The mold up
The hold us
Soldiers quick to throw they rags I roll up
is quarters
Sell liquor, my rhymes is
Prophet never look fine since I grinded Cola
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