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
candy, from Miami
Masseuse, wedding ring on, Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me she get caked at
She's a part time dancer, part time
Tries to be a mother when she a chance ta
Left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in

Modeled for a year, got her degree
33 recoverin' from plastic
from 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super party
Had the sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis
MVP, we it up from Sports Illustrated
I was out, flossin' wit stout, he had the gators
When she walked in, she lit up the room, Las Vegas

Terrell said our mans a back for the Raiders
A whod cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's to get the, just don't fall in love
Next thing you I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin' her
Is this Somebody's wife a thug
Hittin' it raw, 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, then the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her mans insurance policy
He stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar
Evenings he drinks his wines on his private
You can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the
Chop a up, yo, me somewhere so we can make more money
Then you could see rappin'

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

His cried no, lucky she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad marks, all on her thighs yo
Twelve five million, he kept 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 probably get is psychiatric supervision
I'll switch the plan, then fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the next flight the same
to Spain, nice game, now it's back to where we meet again

Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop top Bezour
Of course wit me, this who'd 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 screamin' yo we almost
Earlier I the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass
Her nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to