Luyện nghe bài hát 85

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

repeat 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, it easy
I don't want 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 gon' cut hoe tonight
So get a call, from this broad
Run the game she ain't ready
But indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs steady
Like betty crocker, the doctor
Just as she swallows passion
So now she braggin, laggin
What she now be askin, so time is passin
Now I'm mashin on, I'm gone, livin in the world of
So I suppose, it's goin down deep in yo'
in these parts, ain't nuthin bad hard times
Now shawty, please,

[big

I'm for anythang, gonna cut'em up
Like everythang, in my
Sir lucius, with the left foot, is willing and able
But these hoes get on your nerves
Fuck all that kickin 'em to the
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 that rat house
And get you some scrub, she ain't ya
one off and dip boi
I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a
Don't, be givin no gifts boi
On the date or the worst date
I'm all the way on the first play
hail mary's to field goals
I think I was put to drill hoes
For real doe; and you blowin 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!

[sean
Man this shit gettin crazy, this wants to face 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 ass way, I'm from the 20 side of thangs
She said dead serious, hot like 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 down to the
Ain't got my license, so I need to slow down
Now I'm scrapin the flo', ain't got on no drawers
Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me this
I don't know what it is, but shawty fine as
Slum-type that I like, straight a-t-l
yeah!

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