Luyện nghe bài hát 85

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Uh-huh, yeah,
connection right 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 long
Be patient cause I'm to you
Ridin on 85, slow, takin it easy
I don't want to keep me from you

Now the wind blows as I'm on 85, and good
With a a that colt 45 just like I should
And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed
If go right, I'm gon' cut this hoe tonight
So i'ma get a call, from broad
Run the game like she ain't
But still indeed, she on her knees, thangs steady
betty crocker, the face doctor
Just as she with passion
So now she braggin, laggin
What questions she now be askin, so is passin
Now I'm mashin on, I'm gone, in the world of hoes
So I suppose, it's goin 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
everythang, in my stable
Sir lucius, with the left foot, is ready and able
But these hoes will get on nerves
Fuck all that kickin 'em to the
You lackin that
You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' an'
out to the cajun crab house
Or the jamaican cat
Or the college, house
For the gul you just, mad house rat house
And get you scrub, she ain't ya girl
one off and dip boi
I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a
Don't, be givin no gifts boi
On the first or the worst 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 your
To get my gas money 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 week, told me that 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
a long 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 me some mo', I shut my cadillac do'
My hands on the grain, my pedal to the ground
Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow
Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on no
Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me broad
I don't what it is, but shawty fine as hell
Slum-type that I like, straight from
yeah!

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