Luyện nghe bài hát Lac Dogs & Hogs

[Cars
4x - Nappy Roots]
(Yes) Oh yes it's Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs 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 that custom leather, bangin down I-65
Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you think gon' it live?
It's Nappy bitch, have to come
Pay attention, your lesson, yup
We them country folk with Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs
What you that Nappy gon' be broke forever? Shit naw
Hit the bank and cashin in on old
What, you ain't know about them country sessions?
that Likwit hit in '97 +Answer+ all yo' +Questions+?
Kentucky's on the map now, who you done gave directions?
From the top and down, we rep the country to perfection
Don't it look so slum with 55 from New down to Texas?
Hella poor straight from the South and must respect this

[Verse 2 - Ron
(Let me you about it)
I first got my baby she could barely start
A-hand-me-down from a O.G., all day she stayed in park
Almost did she drive
Born in
And she about a ton
Big ol' built to run
thing I done, hauled her over, had her hummin G notes
Underneath her hood, hundreds of horses her ego
Her government name was Coup Deville but I called her 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 and shoved it and still "Ball out on a Budget"
Dug in her guts, laced her up with and wood
Together it go good, us boys forever stay hood

[Verse 3 - B.
You that shit that go bump bump bump bump
And ya, shake the off her muh'fucker trunk
When ya, hit the block make her jump
Roll your window down, stop, like somethin like a pimp
Roll that window back up, and show 'em they reflection and ultrafade
chop on that sucka like Wesley's +Blade+
Escalade D.T.S., it up, keep them haters on they 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 bout? I give you guesses

4 - Big V]
You the wind, don't ya?
You hear the tires
Kentucky, Colorado, Boston to New Orleans
Big get it done, Dodge Ram preferably
Cause they do run run, do run run
Black magic, lookin better Wesson fryin a pan of fish
Gangsta leanin like they do in Los (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
color kryptonite
Rims nice but thank God our dreams to life
Fast roller, cash up
The mind up
The crowd us
Soldiers to throw they rags when I roll up
Dimes is
Sell liquor, my is colder
never look this fine since I grinded Cola
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