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) It's them Lac Dogs, Caddy and D.T.S.'s

[Verse 1 - Skinny
Skinny talkin bout wood with that custom leather, bangin down I-65
and slum but dubs are better, who you think gon' keep it live?
It's bitch, what have to come
Pay attention, learn lesson, yup
We them country folk with Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs
What you think that gon' be broke forever? Shit naw
Hit the bank and cashin in on old
What, you ain't about 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 down, we rep the country to perfection
Don't it look so slum with 55 from New down to Texas?
Hella poor straight 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 stayed in
never did she drive
Born in
And she weighed a ton
Big ol' body 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 Deville but I called her Miss 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 shoved it and "Ball out on a Budget"
Dug in her guts, laced her up leather and wood
Together it go good, us country forever stay hood

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

4 - Big V]
You feel the wind, ya?
You hear the squallin
Kentucky, Colorado, down to New Orleans
Big bodies get it done, Ram preferably
they do run run, they do run run
Black magic, lookin better then fryin a pan of fish
leanin like they do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta)
Adjective, describin what I'm in
Them country fellas ain't gon' 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 kryptonite
Rims nice but thank God our dreams to life
roller, cash swoll up
The mold up
The crowd us
Soldiers quick to throw they rags I roll up
Dimes is
liquor, my rhymes is colder
Prophet never look this fine since I Cola
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