Luyện nghe bài hát 85

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Uh-huh, yeah,
connection right heah
You got youngbloodz, uhh
Featurin fatsack, y'knahmtalkinbout?
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Chorus: 2x (sung)

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

Now the wind as I'm on 85, and chiefin good
With a six-pack a that colt 45 just I should
And if I could, I will, I might, get tonight
If thangs go right, I'm gon' cut this hoe
So i'ma get a call, this broad
Run the game like she ready
But still indeed, she on her knees, thangs steady
Like betty crocker, the doctor
Just as she swallows with
So now she braggin, behind
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 goin down deep in yo'
in these parts, ain't nuthin bad hard times
Now shawty, please,

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I'm lookin for anythang, cut'em up
Like everythang, in my
Sir lucius, with the foot, is ready willing and able
But hoes 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'
out to the cajun crab house
Or the cat house
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 as a curl, smooth as a pearl
Don't, don't be no gifts boi
On the first date or the worst
I'm all the way on the first play
Like hail mary's to field
I I was put here to drill hoes
For real and while you blowin up my,
Bar I'm off in your
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 last week, me that her name was stacy
Bad lil' bitch, add her straight to my
Jump in my 'llac, in my got protection
For thangs to go down, see I ain't playin
Got a half a tank of gas, I'm 85
It's a long ass way, I'm from the 20 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 shut my do'
My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the
Ain't got my license, so I need to slow down
Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on no
Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me this
I don't know it is, but shawty fine as hell
Slum-type I like, straight from a-t-l
yeah!

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