Luyện nghe bài hát Lac Dogs & Hogs

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[Chorus 4x - Roots]
(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 - Deville]
Skinny talkin bout that wood 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, your lesson, yup
We them country folk with Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac
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 Likwit hit in '97 all yo' +Questions+?
Kentucky's on the map now, who you think done directions?
From the top and down, we rep the country to perfection
Don't it look so with 55 from New York down to Texas?
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 a real O.G., all day she stayed in park
Almost never did she
Born in
And she about a ton
Big ol' built to run
First thing I done, her over, had her hummin G notes
Underneath her hood, of horses powered her ego
Her government name was Coup Deville but I 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 took her to the and shoved it and still "Ball out on a Budget"
Dug in her guts, her up with leather and wood
Together it go good, us boys forever stay hood

[Verse 3 - B.
You shove shit that go bump bump bump bump
And ya, shake the lock off her muh'fucker
When ya, hit the block make her jump
your window down, stop, look like somethin like a pimp
Roll that back up, and show 'em they reflection and their ultrafade
chop on that sucka like Wesley's +Blade+
Escalade D.T.S., switch it up, keep them haters on toes
Red Rolls, hoes
Can't believe it, when see them twenty fo's, believe it
My ham and cheese the
Now what I'm talkin bout? I give you three

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

[R.
God damn, yes I am, the thriller with the
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 came to
roller, cash swoll up
The mold up
The hold us
Soldiers quick to they rags when I roll up
is quarters
Sell liquor, my is colder
Prophet never look this fine since I Cola
up