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 where she get at
She's a part time dancer, part romancer
Tries to be a mother when she gets a ta
Left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in

for a year, got her bachelors degree
33 recoverin' plastic surgery
from 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl
Had the Heiny 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 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 thing you know I'm up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate her feet
Is this love? Somebody's wife a
it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra Banks face is lift, givin' like she knew me for years

talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs
Millions, she get, if his neck 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 Drakkar
he drinks his wines 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 money
you could ever see rappin'

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

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

Blaze a 50, sit back in a top Bezour Bently
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby 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, screamin' yo we almost crashed
Earlier I took the out, replaced it wit crushed up glass
Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she asleep
by greed, put to death