Luyện nghe bài hát 85

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

Chorus: 2x (sung)

I know you're waitin for daddy, it be long shawty
Be patient cause I'm to you
Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it
I don't nothin to keep me from you

Now the blows as I'm on 85, and chiefin good
With a six-pack a that colt 45 just like I
And if I could, I will, I might, get tonight
If thangs go right, I'm gon' cut this hoe
So i'ma get a call, this broad
Run the game like she ain't
But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs
Like betty crocker, the doctor
as she swallows with passion
So now she braggin, behind
What she now be askin, so time is passin
Now I'm on, I'm gone, livin 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
Like everythang, in my
Sir lucius, with the left foot, is willing and able
But these will get on your nerves
all that kickin 'em to the curb
You lackin tolerance;
You let the hoe it, get off in yo' parlor 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 scrub, she ain't ya girl
one off and dip boi
I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a
Don't, don't be no gifts boi
On the first date or the date
I'm goin all the way on the play
hail mary's to field goals
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 then I'm on the 'spressway
And I'm out verse, geyeah!

[sean
Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl to face me
Met her jes last week, told me that her was stacy
Bad lil' bitch, add her straight to my
in my 'llac, in my pocket got protection
For to go down, see I ain't playin around
Got a a tank of gas, I'm 85 southbound
It's a ass way, I'm from the 20 side of thangs
She said it's dead serious, hot like some lighter
Oh you how it go, I'm the nigga, she the hoe
She told me some mo', I shut my do'
My on the grain, my pedal down to the ground
Ain't got my license, back so I need to down
Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on no
Man I'm breakin the law, get me this broad
I don't know what it is, but fine as hell
Slum-type I like, straight from a-t-l
yeah!

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