Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

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

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

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

Split the cash 'n, move to
Adaptin' P-11's, shells 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, her from behind
Blew him out

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

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