Luyện nghe bài hát Lac Dogs & Hogs

[Cars
4x - Nappy Roots]
(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

[Verse 1 - 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?
Nappy 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 that Nappy gon' be broke forever? Shit naw
Hit the bank and in on old investments
What, you ain't know them country fried sessions?
Does that Likwit hit in '97 +Answer+ all yo'
Kentucky's on the map now, who you think gave directions?
From the top and back down, we rep the country to
Don't it look so slum with 55 from New York down to
Hella poor straight from the South and must respect this

[Verse 2 - Ron
(Let me you about it)
When I got my baby she could barely start
A-hand-me-down from a real O.G., all day she 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 twenties (twenties)
Playas hate I be trickin like she's all that I'm love with
So we took her to the edge and it and still "Ball out on a Budget"
Dug in her guts, laced her up with and wood
Together it go good, us country boys forever 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, like somethin like a pimp
Roll that window up, and show 'em they reflection and their ultrafade
Then chop on that sucka Wesley's +Blade+
Escalade D.T.S., it up, keep them haters on they toes
Red Rolls, Fleetwood
Can't it, when they see them twenty fo's, believe it
My ham and the freshest
Now I'm talkin bout? I give you three guesses

4 - Big V]
You the wind, don't ya?
You the tires squallin
Kentucky, Colorado, Boston down to New
Big get it done, Dodge Ram preferably
they do run run, they do run run
Black magic, lookin better then Wesson a pan of fish
Gangsta leanin like do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta)
Adjective, describin I'm rollin in
Them country fellas ain't stop it, we on the road again

[R.
God damn, yes I am, the with the skrilla
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
roller, cash swoll up
The mold up
The crowd us
Soldiers quick to throw rags when I roll up
is quarters
Sell liquor, my rhymes is
Prophet never look fine since I grinded Cola
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