Luyện nghe bài hát 85

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Uh-huh, yeah,
A-town connection right
You got youngbloodz, uhh
Featurin fatsack, y'knahmtalkinbout?
Outkast,
Yeah, dis.. check it out

repeat 2x (sung)

I know you're for daddy, it won't be long shawty
Be cause I'm comin to you
Ridin on 85, slow, takin it easy
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 blowed
If thangs go right, I'm cut this hoe tonight
So i'ma get a call, this broad
Run the game she ain't ready
But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin steady
Like crocker, the face 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 in yo' city
Cause in these parts, nuthin bad hard times
Now shawty, please,

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

[sean
Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl to face me
Met her jes last week, told me that her name was
Bad lil' bitch, add her to my collection
in my 'llac, in my pocket got protection
For thangs to go down, see I ain't playin
Got a a tank of gas, I'm 85 southbound
It's a long ass way, I'm from the 20 side of
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 mo', I shut my cadillac 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 scrapin the flo', shawty got on no drawers
Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me broad
I know what it is, but shawty fine as hell
Slum-type that I like, from a-t-l
yeah!

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