Luyện nghe bài hát Lac Dogs & Hogs

[Cars
[Chorus 4x - Roots]
(Yes) Oh yes it's them Lac Dogs, Caddy and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes) them Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

[Verse 1 - Deville]
Skinny talkin that wood with that custom leather, bangin down I-65
Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you think gon' keep it
It's Nappy bitch, what have to
Pay attention, learn lesson, yup
We them country with Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs
What you think that Nappy be broke forever? Shit naw
Hit the bank and cashin in on old
What, you ain't know about country fried sessions?
Does that hit in '97 +Answer+ all yo' +Questions+?
Kentucky's on the map now, who you think gave directions?
From the top and back down, we rep the to perfection
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 tell you it)
When I 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' body to run
First thing I done, hauled her over, had her G notes
her hood, hundreds of horses powered her ego
Her government name was Coup Deville but I her Miss Piggy
Top her with some (?) and fit her for some (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 with leather and
it go good, us country boys forever stay hood

[Verse 3 - B.
You shove that shit that go bump bump bump
And ya, the lock off her muh'fucker trunk
When ya, hit the block her muh'fucker jump
Roll your window down, stop, look somethin like a pimp
Roll that window back up, and 'em they reflection and their ultrafade
Then chop on that sucka like Wesley's
D.T.S., switch it up, keep them haters on they toes
Red Rolls, Fleetwood
Can't believe it, when 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 feel the wind, ya?
You the tires squallin
Kentucky, Colorado, Boston 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 leanin like do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta)
Adjective, what I'm rollin in
Them country fellas ain't 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
Armor kryptonite
Rims nice but thank God our dreams to life
Fast roller, swoll up
The mold up
The hold us
quick to throw they rags when I roll up
Dimes is
Sell liquor, my is colder
Prophet never this fine since I grinded Cola
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