Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

Modeled for a year, got her degree
33 recoverin' from plastic
Went 34B to 36 double 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, wit stout, he had the gators
When she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las

Terrell our mans a full back for the Raiders
A drunk whod and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, don't fall in love
Next you know I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin' her feet
Is this Somebody's wife a thug
Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra Banks is face lift, givin' like she knew me for years

Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me her husbands affairs
Millions, she would get, if his got slit
She the equality, then passed the lie ta me
Told me her mans life insurance policy
He on the golf course, wears Drakkar Sport
Evenings he drinks his wines on his resort
You can a man here goes the keys you can slip in the rear
Chop a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can more money
Then you could ever see

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

His maid cried no, she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad marks, all on her thighs yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his 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 supervision
I'll switch the plan, maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, forge his wife name, the next flight the same night
Headed to Spain, game, now it's back to where we meet again

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