Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bentley
Of wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, from
Masseuse, wedding ring on, lovin' Dion
rap, told 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, alone to raise son hes in pampers

for a year, got her bachelors degree
33 recoverin' from plastic
from 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl
Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Davis
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 whod cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, just don't fall in
Next thing you know I'm hugged up wit in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate her feet
Is this Somebody's wife a thug
Hittin' it raw, it, wildin' 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 would get, if his neck got
She the equality, then passed the lie ta me
Told me her mans life insurance policy
He stays on the golf course, Drakkar Sport
Evenings he his wines on his private resort
You can take a man here goes the you can slip in the rear
Chop a up, yo, me somewhere so we can make more money
Then you could ever see

Split the 'n, move to Venezuela
Adaptin' P-11's, shells for blastin'
him wit his Spanish maid
He had a liter wit a can of
her legs, she tied to the bed
Sex S and M,
Sadistic, her from behind
him out existence

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

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