Luyện nghe bài hát Lac Dogs & Hogs

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

[Verse 1 - Deville]
talkin bout that wood with that custom 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 folk with Hogs 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 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 done 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 from the South and haters must respect this

[Verse 2 - Ron
(Let me you about it)
When I first got my she could barely start
A-hand-me-down from a real O.G., all day she in park
never did she drive
Born in
And she weighed a ton
Big ol' body to run
First thing I done, hauled her over, had her G notes
Underneath her hood, of horses powered her ego
Her name was Coup Deville but I called her Miss Piggy
Top her with some (?) and fit her for some (twenties)
Playas hate that I be trickin like she's all that I'm love
So we took her to the edge and it and still "Ball out on a Budget"
Dug in her guts, laced her up with leather and
Together it go good, us boys forever stay hood

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

4 - Big V]
You the wind, don't ya?
You the tires squallin
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 Wesson a pan of fish
leanin like they do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta)
Adjective, what I'm rollin 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.+
Stop starin, we not
color kryptonite
Rims nice but thank God our dreams came to
roller, cash swoll up
The mold up
The crowd us
Soldiers quick to they rags when I roll up
Dimes is
Sell liquor, my rhymes is
Prophet never look this fine since I grinded
up