Luyện nghe bài hát CAR #85

NAS FEAT. WILSON - CAR #85

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, la, da-da, da (Big Queens, NYC)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, la, da-da, da
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (Uh), la, oh, oh, ooh
(Yeah), oh, ooh-ooh (Hit-Boy)

They called me in eighty-eight
On 40th and Broadway they made me and wait
Cab service, car
Ten minutes, they in the car
Not safe to drive, are lookin' (Woop, woop, woop)
No secret compartments in the ride, so keep
We get stopped, hide it between the seat
Either that, or just tuck it inside your
Don't throw it out the window yet, son, all our loot (Not yet)
They turned, they wasn't after us, my nigga with me laughin' (Yeah)
He his gold Lazarus, made it home and he baggin' up (What up?)
I'm a lil' nigga smokin' weed (Fried)
I'm just tryna out who to be (Nas)
and Dula touchin' paper (Uh-huh)
Plus, and Wallet Head, a lot of bread
And I was to Tia
I went to her block, I was just to see her
And low was how she did me (Ooh)
She from Queens to Co-Op City (Ooh-wee)
She said, Visit me, if you really miss me (I did), show proof
Ten niggas outside her buildin', that's I go through (Damn)
1989, my baby mind was (Yeah)
Nike Air 3's, two fingers on her hand, son (Ooh)
I'm losin' her (Uh)
Plus my girl is startin' to move on the homie
Hop in eighty-five, roll me (Oh-oh)

I used to slide
I to call car eighty-five
want no other driver on the job (Nah)
Only car
Yo, me uptown to that smoke shop I like (Ooh)
Car
All blacked out (Running for my life)
Everywhere we went, we took car (Yeah, yeah)

We gon'
Put that on I like
You that tape I like, turn that shit up (Oh, yeah)
We gon' smoke and (Ooh-ooh)
Go to Times Square, we take it there
Just ride (Ridin' car eighty-five)
It's
It woulda been a good night to pick up shorty, but she on some shit (Ooh-wee, ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah)

In my peripheral
Nothin' trivial 'bout me, witness the truth, I'm certified
That's verified
My presence got other guys terrified (Woah, ooh)
Slap oxygen out your (Ooh-ooh)
I survived stick up kids, was droppin' shit (Ooh-ooh)
The rotten the tabernacle
That's NY, White at midnight
Fish sandwiches, forty and fistfights (Oh, ooh-wee)
They used car eighty-five to pull robberies
Use 'em as a getaway car and him properly
Next the whole town strung out
the block where they hung out
Look how far we've now (Amen)
the duffel and run out
Seven fiends in one house, sun up to sundown
up? Summertime in NY
In the back seat of car (Oh-oh, oh)

The whole was tryna call car eighty-five
Any car like that, any number had that system
Or that cool (Yeah)
You know that'd make your day
Just able to get up and go
To this day, I just like to
Lot of thoughts to mind (Ooh-wee, oh, oh, ooh)