Luyện nghe bài hát 85

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

repeat 2x (sung)

I know you're for daddy, it won't be long shawty
Be patient I'm comin to you
Ridin dirty on 85, slow, 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 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, from broad
Run the like 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 she now be askin, so time is passin
Now I'm mashin on, I'm gone, livin in the of hoes
So I suppose, goin down deep in yo' city
Cause in these parts, nuthin bad hard times
Now shawty, please,

[big

I'm for anythang, gonna cut'em up
Like everythang, in my
Sir lucius, the left foot, is ready willing and able
But these will get on your nerves
Fuck all that kickin 'em to the
You lackin tolerance;
You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' an'
Stab out to the crab house
Or the cat house
Or the college, frat
For the gul you just, mad house that rat
And get you some scrub, she ain't ya
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 worst
I'm goin all the way on the play
hail mary's to field goals
I think I was put here to drill
For doe; and while you blowin up my,
Bar I'm off in your
To get my gas money I'm back on the 'spressway
And I'm out verse, geyeah!

[sean
Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to me
Met her jes last week, told me her name was stacy
Bad lil' bitch, add her to my collection
in my 'llac, in my pocket got protection
For to go down, see I ain't playin around
Got a half a tank of gas, I'm 85
It's a long ass way, I'm 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 my cadillac do'
My hands on the grain, my pedal to the ground
Ain't got my license, back so I need to down
Now I'm scrapin the flo', ain't got on no drawers
Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me broad
I don't know what it is, but shawty as hell
Slum-type that I like, straight a-t-l
yeah!

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