Luyện nghe bài hát Lac Dogs & Hogs

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

[Verse 1 - Deville]
Skinny talkin bout that wood with that leather, bangin down I-65
and slum but dubs are better, who you think gon' keep it live?
It's Nappy bitch, what to come
Pay attention, learn lesson, yup
We them country folk with Caddy and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs
What you think Nappy gon' be broke forever? Shit naw
Hit the bank and in on old investments
What, you know about them country fried sessions?
Does Likwit hit in '97 +Answer+ all yo' +Questions+?
on the map now, who you think done gave directions?
From the top and back down, we rep the country to
Don't it look so slum with 55 from New York down to
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 barely start
A-hand-me-down from a O.G., all day she stayed in park
Almost did she drive
in 1979
And she about a ton
Big ol' built to run
thing I done, hauled 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 she's all I'm love with
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 shit that go bump bump bump bump
And ya, shake the lock off her muh'fucker
When ya, hit the block make her jump
Roll window down, stop, look like somethin like a pimp
Roll that window back up, and 'em they reflection and their ultrafade
Then on that sucka like Wesley's +Blade+
Escalade D.T.S., switch it up, keep them on they toes
Red Rolls, hoes
believe it, when they see them twenty fo's, believe it
My ham and the freshest
Now what I'm bout? I give you three guesses

4 - Big V]
You the wind, don't ya?
You hear the tires
Kentucky, Colorado, Boston 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 leanin like do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta)
Adjective, what I'm rollin in
Them country fellas ain't gon' stop it, we on the 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
nice but thank God our dreams came to life
Fast roller, swoll up
The mold up
The crowd us
quick to throw they rags when I roll up
Dimes is
Sell liquor, my rhymes is
never look this fine since I grinded Cola
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