Luyện nghe bài hát 85

[big
Uh-huh, yeah,
A-town right heah
You got youngbloodz, uhh
Featurin daddy fatsack,
Outkast,
Yeah, like dis.. it out

repeat 2x (sung)

I know you're waitin for daddy, it won't be long
Be cause I'm comin to you
Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it
I want nothin to keep me from you

Now the wind blows as I'm on 85, and good
With a six-pack a colt 45 just like I should
And if I could, I will, I might, get tonight
If thangs go right, I'm cut this hoe tonight
So i'ma get a call, from broad
Run the game like she ain't
But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin steady
Like betty crocker, the face
Just as she with passion
So now she braggin, laggin
questions she now be askin, so time is passin
Now I'm on, I'm gone, livin in the world of hoes
So I suppose, it's goin down in yo' city
in these parts, ain't nuthin bad hard times
Now shawty, please,

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I'm lookin for anythang, gonna up
Like everythang, in my
Sir lucius, with the foot, is ready willing and able
But hoes will get on your nerves
all that kickin 'em to the curb
You lackin tolerance;
You let the hoe it, get off in yo' parlor an'
Stab out to the cajun crab
Or the cat house
Or the college, house
For the gul you just, mad house that rat
And get you some scrub, she ain't ya
one off and dip boi
I'm slick as a curl, as a pearl
Don't, don't be givin no boi
On the first date or the worst
I'm goin all the way on the play
Like hail mary's to field
I think I was put here to drill
For doe; and while you blowin up my,
Bar I'm off in purse
To get my gas money then I'm back on the
And I'm out verse, geyeah!

[sean
Man shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me
Met her jes last week, told me her name was stacy
Bad lil' bitch, add her to my collection
Jump in my 'llac, in my pocket got
For thangs to go down, see I ain't around
Got a half a of gas, I'm 85 southbound
It's a long ass way, I'm the 20 side of thangs
She it's dead serious, hot like some lighter flames
Oh you how it go, I'm the nigga, she the hoe
She me some mo', I shut my cadillac do'
My on the grain, my pedal down to the ground
Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow
Now I'm scrapin the flo', ain't got on no drawers
Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me this
I don't know what it is, but shawty fine as
Slum-type I like, straight from a-t-l
yeah!

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