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) them Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

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

[Verse 2 - Ron
(Let me you about it)
When I first got my she could barely start
A-hand-me-down from a O.G., all day she stayed in park
Almost never did she
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 name was Coup Deville but I called her Miss Piggy
Top her with some (?) and fit her for some (twenties)
Playas hate that I be trickin like she's all I'm love with
So we took her to the edge and it and still "Ball out on a Budget"
Dug in her guts, her up with leather and wood
Together it go good, us boys forever stay hood

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

4 - Big V]
You feel the wind, ya?
You hear the squallin
Kentucky, Colorado, Boston down to New
Big bodies get it done, Ram preferably
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 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
color kryptonite
Rims nice but thank God our came to life
roller, cash swoll up
The mind up
The hold us
Soldiers quick to they rags when I roll up
Dimes is
liquor, my rhymes is colder
Prophet never look this fine since I grinded
up