1985

Lời bài hát kèm hợp âm cùng dòng

[Verse 1]
[Am]My bro said "Don't say that"
I said "Fuck that,
I'm gon' be gettin' a wooping anyway
Don't make no goddamn
difference"
Fuck that, I'm not one
to find shit
What your mom say? "Take the garbage out,
[F]fuck"
(Yeah) Yeah,
[G]don't lose the beat motherfucker
Take the garbage [Am]out
Yeah yeah, I just upped the flows to the
God level nigga [F]what[G]
[Am]Yeah, yeah
Finna up the flows to the God level, nigga,
[F]what
[G]Yeah, [Am]check check
Yeah, mic [F]check check
[G]Yeah, [Am]nigga, check check
[A]Yeah, bit[Am]ch, che[F]ck check

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
[G]Quarter thang to a whole thang,
whole [Am]gang workin' (yeah)
Hit a bitch with that extended
clip or that revolver
Shit'll serve [F]the same
purpose (bang, bang)
Keep them beamin'
[G]up to Scotty in my crack lobby
I can smell the [Am]'caine burnin'
Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch,
I travel with the co[F]caine circus
Put them F and Xs [G]on your clowned ass
Catch a nigga up and leave him [Am]down bad
I go get a pack and take a nigga town
And fuck his bitches with
my out of [F]town ass
Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki
[G]Rocket next to my pocket,
hot like hibachi
[Am]Drop the check on the bitch man
These niggas be lookin' like baby
mommas [F]in these Maseratis
Bitch, I fuck up your face with a razor
How I [G]make sure your motherfuckin'
family can't view your body
[Am]Nigga thuggin' and shit,
put my blood in his shit
Prick my finger, Alfredo,
[F]Illuminati (Illuminati)
Joe Pesci, [G]pushin' product
You niggas is sweeter than
Joe Exot[Am]ic
On the run like Assata, so fuck the police
As a nigga be chillin' in La [F]Habana
(up in La Habana)
Police caught him with a
[G]whole thang
Now they snitchin' man,
whole [Am]gang workin'
Gangland, made a lane in it
If my name in it, it's a [F]gang murder
All my reps in the [G]crack files, bitch,
I got 'em up out the vault
[Am]I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that
Brillo and be rippin' them car antennas [F]off
Geekers [G]beamin' up to Scotty
in my crack lobby
I can smell the [Am]'caine burnin'
Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie 'caine
it'll be a [F]gang murder
[G]1985, Michael Jordan, bitch,
I travel with a co[Am]caine circus
Flow God level, like when Hov speak
I make a song, weep,
I got [F]the game hurtin'

[Verse 3]
[G]Bitch, yeah [Am]yeah
Flow God level, like when Hov speak
I make a song, weep,
I [F]got the game [G]hurtin'
Yeah, [A]yeah yeah
[Am]Yeah, check [F]check
[G]Check check
Mic check [Am]check[A]
Check check
[Am]Niggas need a check, [F]check, yeah
We got everybody in the house, tonight
I'll wait for my DJ to get ready
Nah