Luyện nghe bài hát Lac Dogs & Hogs

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[Chorus 4x - 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 talkin bout that wood that custom leather, bangin down I-65
Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you think keep it live?
It's bitch, what have to come
Pay attention, learn lesson, yup
We them country with Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs
What you think that Nappy be broke forever? Shit naw
Hit the and cashin in on old investments
What, you ain't know about them fried sessions?
Does that Likwit hit in '97 +Answer+ all yo'
Kentucky's on the map now, who you think done directions?
From the top and 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 tell you it)
When I first got my baby she could barely
A-hand-me-down from a real O.G., all day she stayed in
Almost did she drive
Born in
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 Deville but I called her Miss Piggy
Top her with some (?) and fit her for some (twenties)
Playas that I be trickin like she's all that I'm love with
So we her to the edge and shoved it and still "Ball out on a Budget"
Dug in her guts, laced her up with leather and
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 block make her jump
Roll your window down, stop, look like somethin a pimp
Roll that window back up, and show 'em they reflection and their
Then chop on that sucka Wesley's +Blade+
Escalade D.T.S., it up, keep them haters on they toes
Red Rolls, Fleetwood
Can't believe it, when they see them twenty fo's, it
My ham and cheese the
Now what I'm bout? I give you three guesses

4 - Big V]
You the wind, don't ya?
You hear the tires
Kentucky, Colorado, Boston to New Orleans
Big bodies get it done, Dodge Ram
they do run run, they do run run
Black magic, lookin better Wesson fryin a pan of fish
Gangsta leanin like do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta)
Adjective, describin what I'm in
Them fellas ain't gon' stop 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
color kryptonite
Rims nice but thank God our dreams came to
Fast roller, swoll up
The mold up
The hold us
Soldiers to throw they rags when I roll up
is quarters
Sell liquor, my is colder
Prophet never look fine since I grinded Cola
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