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

Modeled for a year, got her degree
33 recoverin' from plastic
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 in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas

said our mans a full back for the Raiders
A drunk whod and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, don't fall in love
Next thing you know I'm up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's washin' her feet
Is this Somebody's wife a thug
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 would get, if his neck got
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 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
you could ever see rappin'

Split the cash 'n, to Venezuela
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P 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, yoked her behind
him out existence

His maid no, lucky 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
to his wife and his children
Yo I thought, if shorty gets scared, electric chairs all I vision
All probably get is psychiatric supervision
switch the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, forge his wife name, the next flight the same night
Headed to Spain, game, now it's back to where we meet again

Blaze a 50, sit back in a top Bezour Bently
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
lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash
Took a blast, out of her bag
Snorted it, screamin' yo we almost crashed
Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it wit up glass
Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to