Luyện nghe bài hát 85

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

repeat 2x (sung)

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

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

[big

I'm lookin for anythang, cut'em up
everythang, in my stable
Sir lucius, with the foot, is ready willing and able
But these hoes get on your nerves
Fuck all that 'em to the curb
You lackin that
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 house that rat
And get you scrub, she ain't ya girl
one off and dip boi
I'm as a curl, smooth as a pearl
Don't, don't be no gifts boi
On the first date or the date
I'm goin all the way on the play
Like hail mary's to goals
I think I was put here to hoes
For real and while you blowin up my,
Bar I'm off in your
To get my gas money then I'm on the 'spressway
And I'm out verse, geyeah!

[sean
Man this shit gettin crazy, this wants to face me
Met her jes last week, told me that her name was
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 around
Got a half a tank of gas, I'm 85
It's a ass way, I'm from the 20 side of thangs
She said it's dead serious, hot some lighter flames
Oh you how it go, I'm the nigga, she the hoe
She told me some mo', I shut my do'
My hands on the grain, my down to the ground
Ain't got my license, so I need to slow down
Now I'm the flo', shawty ain't got on no drawers
Man I'm breakin the law, get me this broad
I don't know what it is, but fine as hell
Slum-type I like, straight from a-t-l
yeah!

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