Luyện nghe bài hát 85

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

Chorus: 2x (sung)

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

Now the blows as I'm on 85, and chiefin good
With a a that colt 45 just like I should
And if I could, I will, I might, get tonight
If go right, I'm gon' cut this 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
betty crocker, the face doctor
Just as she swallows passion
So now she braggin, behind
What questions she now be askin, so is passin
Now I'm mashin on, I'm gone, livin in the world of
So I suppose, it's down deep in yo' city
Cause in these parts, ain't nuthin bad times
Now shawty, please,

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I'm lookin for anythang, cut'em up
Like everythang, in my
Sir lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and
But these hoes will get on your
Fuck all that 'em to the curb
You that tolerance;
You let the hoe it, get off in yo' parlor an'
Stab out to the cajun house
Or the cat house
Or the college, frat
For the gul you just, mad house rat house
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, don't be givin no boi
On the first date or the date
I'm all the way on the first play
Like hail mary's to field
I think I was put here to hoes
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 gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me
Met her jes week, told me that her name was stacy
Bad lil' bitch, add her straight to my
Jump in my 'llac, in my pocket got
For thangs to go down, see I playin around
Got a a tank of gas, I'm 85 southbound
It's a long ass way, I'm from the 20 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 mo', I shut my cadillac do'
My hands on the grain, my down to the ground
Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow
Now I'm scrapin the flo', ain't got on no drawers
Man I'm the law, tryna' get me this broad
I don't know what it is, but shawty as hell
Slum-type that I like, straight from
yeah!

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