Luyện nghe bài hát Lac Dogs & Hogs

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

1 - Skinny 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, what to come
Pay attention, learn lesson, yup
We them country folk with Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs
What you think that Nappy gon' be broke Shit naw
Hit the bank and in on old investments
What, you ain't know about country 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 back down, we rep the to perfection
Don't it look so slum with 55 New York down to Texas?
Hella poor straight from the South and haters respect this

[Verse 2 - Ron
(Let me you about it)
When I first got my baby she could barely
A-hand-me-down from a real O.G., all day she in park
Almost never did she
in 1979
And she weighed a ton
Big ol' built to run
thing I done, hauled 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 twenties (twenties)
hate that I be trickin 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, laced her up leather and wood
Together it go good, us country 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, look like like a pimp
Roll that window up, and show 'em they reflection and their ultrafade
Then chop on sucka like Wesley's +Blade+
Escalade D.T.S., switch it up, keep them on they toes
Red Rolls, Fleetwood
believe 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 the tires squallin
Kentucky, Colorado, down to New Orleans
Big bodies get it done, Ram preferably
Cause do run run, they do run run
Black magic, lookin better then Wesson a pan of fish
Gangsta leanin they do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta)
Adjective, describin I'm rollin in
country fellas ain't gon' stop it, we on the road again

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