Luyện nghe bài hát Lac Dogs & Hogs

[Cars
[Chorus 4x - Roots]
(Yes) Oh yes them 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 that wood with that custom leather, down I-65
Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you gon' keep it live?
It's Nappy bitch, have to come
Pay attention, learn lesson, yup
We country folk with Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs
What you think that Nappy gon' be broke forever? naw
Hit the and cashin in on old investments
What, you know about them country fried sessions?
Does that Likwit hit in '97 all yo' +Questions+?
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 so slum with 55 from 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 barely start
A-hand-me-down a real O.G., all day she stayed in park
Almost never did she
Born in
And she about a ton
Big ol' body to run
First thing I done, her over, had her hummin G notes
Underneath her hood, hundreds of 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 hate that I be trickin like she's all that I'm 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
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 off her muh'fucker trunk
ya, hit the block make her muh'fucker jump
Roll your window down, stop, look like somethin a pimp
Roll that window up, and show 'em they reflection and their ultrafade
chop on that sucka like Wesley's +Blade+
Escalade D.T.S., switch it up, keep them haters on toes
Red Rolls, Fleetwood
believe it, when they see them twenty fo's, believe it
My ham and cheese the
Now I'm talkin bout? I give you three guesses

4 - Big V]
You feel the wind, ya?
You hear the tires
Kentucky, Colorado, down to New Orleans
Big bodies get it done, Dodge Ram
Cause do run run, they do run run
magic, lookin better then Wesson fryin a pan of fish
Gangsta like they do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta)
Adjective, what I'm rollin in
Them country fellas 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 color
Rims but thank God our dreams came to life
Fast roller, swoll up
The mold up
The crowd us
Soldiers quick to throw they rags I roll up
Dimes is
Sell liquor, my rhymes is
Prophet look this fine since I grinded Cola
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