Luyện nghe bài hát 85

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

Chorus: 2x (sung)

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

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

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I'm for anythang, gonna cut'em up
Like everythang, in my
Sir lucius, with the left foot, is willing and able
But these will get on your nerves
Fuck all that kickin 'em to the
You that tolerance;
You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' an'
Stab out to the cajun house
Or the jamaican cat
Or the college, frat
For the gul you just, mad that rat house
And get you some scrub, she ya girl
one off and dip boi
I'm slick as a curl, as a pearl
Don't, be givin no gifts boi
On the first date or the date
I'm all the way on the first play
Like hail to field goals
I I was put here to drill hoes
For real doe; and you blowin up my,
Bar I'm off in purse
To get my gas then I'm back on the 'spressway
And I'm out verse, geyeah!

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

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