Luyện nghe bài hát Lac Dogs & Hogs

[Cars
[Chorus 4x - Nappy
(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 wood with that custom leather, bangin down I-65
Slaw and slum but are better, who you think gon' keep it live?
It's Nappy bitch, what have to
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 bank and cashin in on old
What, you ain't know about country fried sessions?
Does that hit in '97 +Answer+ all yo' +Questions+?
Kentucky's on the map now, who you think done directions?
From the top and down, we rep the country to perfection
it look so slum with 55 from New York down to Texas?
Hella poor straight from the 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 real O.G., all day she in park
never did she drive
Born in
And she weighed a ton
Big ol' body to run
First I done, hauled her over, had her hummin G notes
Underneath her hood, hundreds of powered 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 love
So we took her to the edge and shoved it and "Ball out on a Budget"
Dug in her guts, laced her up leather and wood
Together it go good, us country boys stay hood

[Verse 3 - B.
You shove that shit that go bump bump bump
And ya, the lock off her muh'fucker trunk
When ya, hit the block her muh'fucker jump
Roll your window down, stop, look like 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., it up, keep them haters on they toes
Red Rolls, hoes
Can't believe it, when they see them fo's, believe it
My ham and cheese the
Now what I'm bout? I give you three guesses

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