Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

Blaze a 50, sit in the drop top Bezour Bentley
Of wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
candy, from Miami
Masseuse, wedding ring on, Celine Dion
Hate rap, me where she get caked at
She's a time dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a when she gets a chance ta
Left her husband, to raise they 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 Diego at tha Super party
Had the sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis
MVP, we flicked it up Sports Illustrated
I was out, flossin' wit stout, he had the gators
she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas

Terrell said our mans a full back for the
A drunk whod cheerleaders and up in the papers
It's easy to get the, just don't fall in
Next you know I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's washin' her feet
Is this love? wife 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 bout her affairs
Millions, she get, if his neck got slit
She rolled the equality, then the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her mans life insurance
He stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar
Evenings he drinks his wines on his resort
You can take a man here 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 for blastin'
Caught him wit his maid
He had a wit a can of spray
her legs, she tied to the bed
Sex S and M,
Sadistic, her from behind
him out existence

His maid cried no, she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad marks, all on her thighs yo
point five million, he kept his funds in the loines of London
Goes to his and his children
Yo I thought, what if shorty gets scared, electric all I vision
All she'll get is psychiatric supervision
I'll switch the plan, maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the 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 make Bobby divorce Whitney
Top down, nightmare, her hair
Sky black, glow, the face on the moon stare
Fast on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash
a blast, out of her coke bag
Snorted it, started yo we almost crashed
Earlier I took the coke out, it wit crushed up glass
Her head down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to