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 me Babyface in eighty-eight
On 40th and Broadway they made me stay and
Cab service, car
Ten minutes, they in the car
Not safe to drive, narcos are (Woop, woop, woop)
No secret compartments in the ride, so pushin'
We get stopped, hide it between the seat
Either that, or just it inside your boot
Don't throw it out the window yet, son, that's all our (Not yet)
See? They turned, they wasn't after us, my nigga with me (Yeah)
He clutchin' his gold Lazarus, made it home and he up (What up?)
I'm just a nigga smokin' weed (Fried)
I'm tryna figure out who to be (Nas)
Horse and Dula touchin' (Uh-huh)
Plus, Spud and 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 moved from to Co-Op City (Ooh-wee)
She said, Visit me, that's if you really miss me (I did), show
Ten niggas outside her buildin', what I go through (Damn)
1989, my mind was advancin' (Yeah)
Nike Air Trainer 3's, two on her hand, son (Ooh)
I'm her slowly (Uh)
Plus my other is startin' to move on the homie
Hop in eighty-five, with me (Oh-oh)

I used to slide
I used to car eighty-five
Don't no other driver on the job (Nah)
Only car
Yo, take me uptown to that shop I like (Ooh)
Car
All out tint (Running for my life)
we went, we took car eighty-five (Yeah, yeah)

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

In my peripheral
Nothin' trivial 'bout me, just witness the truth, I'm
That's been
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 Castles at
Fish sandwiches, forty ounces and (Oh, ooh-wee)
They even used car eighty-five to pull
Use 'em as a getaway car and him properly
year the whole town strung out
Swept the where they hung out
Look how far come now (Amen)
the duffel and run out
Seven fiends in one house, hustle sun up to
up? Summertime in NY
In the back of car eighty-five (Oh-oh, oh)

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