Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bezour
Of course wit me, this chick make Bobby divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, Miami
Masseuse, wedding ring on, lovin' Celine
Hate rap, me where she get caked at
She's a part time dancer, time romancer
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 bachelors
33 recoverin' from surgery
Went 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 silked out, flossin' wit stout, he had the
When she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las

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

Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her affairs
Millions, she get, if his neck got slit
She the equality, then passed the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her mans life insurance
He stays on the course, wears Drakkar Sport
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 more
Then you could ever see

the cash 'n, move to Venezuela
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P shells for
Caught him wit his 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 maid cried no, she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad marks, all on her thighs yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his in the loines 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 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 stare
Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the
a blast, out of her coke bag
Snorted it, started yo we almost crashed
Earlier I took the coke out, it wit crushed up glass
Her head down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
by greed, put to death