Luyện nghe bài hát Lac Dogs & Hogs

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

[Verse 1 - Deville]
Skinny talkin bout that wood with that custom leather, bangin I-65
Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you think gon' keep it
It's bitch, what have to come
Pay attention, your lesson, yup
We them country folk with Caddy and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs
What you think that Nappy be broke forever? Shit naw
Hit the bank and cashin in on old
What, you ain't know them country fried sessions?
that Likwit hit in '97 +Answer+ 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 look so slum with 55 from New York down to
Hella poor straight from the and haters must 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 stayed in
never did she drive
Born in
And she about a ton
Big ol' body to run
thing I done, hauled her over, had her hummin G notes
Underneath her hood, hundreds of horses her ego
Her government was Coup Deville but I called her Miss Piggy
Top her with (?) and fit her for some twenties (twenties)
Playas hate that I be trickin like she's all that I'm with
So we took her to the edge and shoved it and "Ball out on a Budget"
Dug in her guts, laced her up with 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 trunk
When ya, hit the block her muh'fucker jump
Roll your down, stop, look like somethin like a pimp
Roll that window back up, and show 'em they reflection and their
Then on that sucka like Wesley's +Blade+
Escalade D.T.S., switch it up, keep them haters on toes
Red Rolls, Fleetwood
Can't believe it, when they see them fo's, believe it
My ham and the freshest
Now what I'm talkin I give you three guesses

4 - Big V]
You feel the wind, ya?
You hear the squallin
Kentucky, Colorado, down to New Orleans
Big bodies get it done, Ram preferably
Cause they do run run, do run run
Black magic, better then Wesson fryin a pan of fish
Gangsta like they do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta)
Adjective, describin I'm rollin in
Them 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.+
starin, we not playin
Armor color
nice but thank God our dreams came to life
Fast roller, cash up
The mind up
The hold us
Soldiers quick to they rags when I roll up
is quarters
Sell liquor, my is colder
Prophet never look this fine I grinded Cola
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