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 make Bobby divorce
Brazilian candy, Miami
Masseuse, wedding ring on, Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me she get caked at
a part time dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a when she gets a chance ta
her husband, alone to raise they son hes in pampers

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

Terrell said our a full back for the Raiders
A drunk whod and wind up in the papers
It's to get the, just don't fall in love
Next you know I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin' her
Is this love? Somebody's a thug
Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, out on my character, tapin' it
Banks face 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 neck got
She rolled the equality, then the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her mans life insurance
He stays on the golf course, wears Sport
Evenings he his wines on his private resort
You can take a man here goes the keys you can in the rear
Chop a up, yo, me somewhere so we can make more money
Then you could see rappin'

Split the cash 'n, move to
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P for blastin'
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 no, lucky she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his funds in the of London
Goes to his wife and his
Yo I thought, what if shorty scared, electric chairs all I vision
All probably get is psychiatric 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, nice game, now it's back to where we again

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