Luyện nghe bài hát Lac Dogs & Hogs

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

[Verse 1 - Skinny
Skinny talkin bout that wood with that leather, bangin down I-65
Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you think keep it live?
Nappy bitch, what have to come
Pay attention, learn lesson, yup
We them country with Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs
What you think that Nappy gon' be forever? Shit naw
Hit the bank and cashin in on old
What, you ain't about them country fried sessions?
Does Likwit hit in '97 +Answer+ all yo' +Questions+?
Kentucky's on the map now, who you think gave directions?
the top and back down, we rep the country to perfection
Don't it look so with 55 from New York down to Texas?
Hella poor from the South and haters must respect this

[Verse 2 - Ron
(Let me you about 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 (?) and fit her for some twenties (twenties)
Playas hate that I be trickin like all that I'm love with
So we her to the edge and shoved it and still "Ball out on a Budget"
Dug in her guts, laced her up with leather and
Together it go good, us country boys forever stay

[Verse 3 - B.
You that shit that go bump bump bump bump
And ya, the lock off her muh'fucker trunk
When ya, hit the block make her muh'fucker
Roll your window down, stop, look like like a pimp
Roll that window back up, and show 'em they reflection and ultrafade
Then chop on that 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 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 hear the squallin
Kentucky, Colorado, Boston to New Orleans
Big bodies get it done, Ram preferably
Cause do run run, they do run run
Black magic, lookin better Wesson fryin a pan of fish
Gangsta leanin like do in Los Angeles (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 the skrilla
Got plans, Pac fan 4 my N.I.G.G.A.Z.+
Stop starin, we not
color kryptonite
Rims nice but thank God our came to life
roller, cash swoll up
The mold up
The crowd us
Soldiers quick to throw they rags when I up
Dimes is
Sell liquor, my rhymes is
Prophet look this fine since I grinded Cola
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