Luyện nghe bài hát 85

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Uh-huh, yeah,
A-town connection 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 shawty
Be cause I'm comin to you
Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it
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 colt 45 just like I
And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed
If thangs go right, I'm gon' cut this hoe
So i'ma get a call, this broad
Run the like she ain't ready
But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs
Like crocker, the face doctor
Just as she swallows with
So now she braggin, laggin
questions she now be askin, so time is passin
Now I'm mashin on, I'm gone, in the world of hoes
So I suppose, it's goin down deep in yo'
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, with the left foot, is ready and able
But these hoes will get on nerves
all that kickin 'em to the curb
You lackin tolerance;
You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' an'
Stab out to the crab 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 as a curl, smooth as a pearl
Don't, be givin no gifts boi
On the first date or the date
I'm goin all the way on the first
Like hail mary's to goals
I think I was put to drill hoes
For real doe; and while you 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 last week, told me 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 playin 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 pedal to the ground
got my license, back so I need to slow down
Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty got on no drawers
Man I'm breakin the law, get me this broad
I know what it is, but shawty fine as hell
Slum-type I like, straight from a-t-l
yeah!

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