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) It's them Lac Dogs, Caddy 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?
It's Nappy bitch, what to come
Pay attention, your lesson, yup
We country folk with Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs
What you think that Nappy gon' be broke Shit naw
Hit the bank and 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 done gave directions?
From the top and back down, we rep the to perfection
it look so slum with 55 from New York down to Texas?
Hella poor straight the South and haters must respect this

[Verse 2 - Ron
(Let me tell you it)
When I first got my baby she could start
A-hand-me-down from a real O.G., all day she in park
never did she drive
Born in
And she about 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 name was Coup 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 love
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 country boys forever stay

[Verse 3 - B.
You shove that shit that go bump bump bump
And ya, shake the lock off her muh'fucker
When ya, hit the block make her muh'fucker
Roll your down, stop, look like somethin like a pimp
Roll that window back up, and 'em they reflection and their ultrafade
Then chop on that sucka Wesley's +Blade+
Escalade D.T.S., switch it up, keep 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 the tires squallin
Kentucky, Colorado, down to New Orleans
Big get it done, Dodge Ram preferably
they do run run, they do run run
Black magic, lookin then Wesson fryin a pan of fish
Gangsta like they do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta)
Adjective, describin I'm rollin in
Them country fellas gon' stop it, we on the road again

[R.
God damn, yes I am, the thriller the skrilla
Got plans, Pac fan 4 my N.I.G.G.A.Z.+
starin, we not playin
Armor color
Rims nice but God our dreams came to life
Fast roller, cash up
The mind up
The hold us
Soldiers quick to throw they rags when I up
is quarters
Sell liquor, my rhymes is
Prophet look this fine since I grinded Cola
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