Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

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

Terrell said our a full back for the Raiders
A drunk whod cheerleaders and wind up in the
It's easy to get the, just don't in love
thing you know I'm hugged up wit this 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 Banks face is face lift, givin' like she knew me for

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
me 'bout her mans life insurance policy
He stays on the golf course, wears Sport
Evenings he drinks his wines on his private
You can a man here goes the keys you can slip in the rear
Chop a up, yo, me somewhere so we can make more money
you could ever see rappin'

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

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

Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop top Bently
Of course wit me, this chick make Bobby divorce Whitney
Top down, nightmare, blow her
Sky black, stars glow, the on the moon stare
Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs 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 head down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to