Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

Blaze a 50, sit back in the top Bezour Bentley
Of course wit me, this who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, from
Masseuse, wedding on, lovin' Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me she get caked at
She's a part time dancer, part romancer
Tries to be a mother when she gets a ta
Left her husband, alone to raise son hes in pampers

for a year, got her bachelors degree
33 recoverin' from surgery
Went from 34B to 36 D
Met her in San at tha Super Bowl party
Had the Heiny it up, wit Terrell Davis
MVP, we flicked it up from Illustrated
I was silked out, flossin' wit stout, he had the
she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas

Terrell said our mans a full for the Raiders
A whod cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, just fall in love
Next thing you know I'm hugged up wit in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate her feet
Is this love? wife a thug
it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra face is face lift, givin' like she knew me for years

Pillow talk, she let out tears, me bout her husbands affairs
Millions, she would get, if his neck got
She the equality, then passed the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her mans insurance policy
He stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar
he drinks his wines on his private resort
You can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the
Chop a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can make money
Then you could see rappin'

Split the cash 'n, move to
Adaptin' P-11's, shells for blastin'
Caught him wit his Spanish
He had a liter wit a can of
Burnin' her legs, she to the bed
Sex S and M,
Sadistic, yoked her behind
Blew him out

His maid no, lucky she was blind fold
wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo
Twelve five million, he kept his funds in the loines of London
Goes to his and his children
Yo I thought, if shorty gets scared, electric chairs all I vision
All she'll probably get is psychiatric
I'll the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the next flight the night
Headed to Spain, nice game, now back to where we meet again

Blaze a 50, sit in a drop top Bezour Bently
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make divorce Whitney
Top down, nightmare, blow her
Sky black, stars glow, the on the moon stare
Fast lane on the nine-five, laughs about the cash
a blast, out of her coke bag
Snorted it, started yo we almost crashed
Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up
Her nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to