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 ring on, lovin' Celine
Hate rap, told me she get caked at
She's a part time dancer, part 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 degree
33 recoverin' plastic surgery
Went from 34B to 36 D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl
Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Davis
MVP, we flicked it up from 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 whod cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, don't fall in love
thing you know I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin' her
Is love? Somebody's 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, told me her husbands affairs
Millions, she would get, if his got slit
She rolled the equality, passed the lie ta me
Told me her mans life insurance policy
He stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar
Evenings he drinks his on his private resort
You can take a man here 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, move to
P-11's, A-C-P shells for blastin'
Caught him wit his Spanish
He had a wit a can of spray
her legs, she tied to the bed
Sex S and M,
Sadistic, yoked her behind
him out existence

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

Blaze a 50, sit in a drop top Bezour Bently
Of course wit me, this who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Top down, nightmare, her hair
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, screamin' yo we almost crashed
Earlier I the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass
Her head nodded down to her chest, she fell asleep
by greed, put to death