Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

Blaze a 50, sit in the drop top Bezour Bentley
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce
Brazilian candy, from
Masseuse, wedding ring on, lovin' Celine
Hate rap, me where she get caked at
She's a part dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a mother she gets a chance ta
Left her husband, alone to they son hes in pampers

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

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

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
me 'bout her mans life insurance policy
He stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar
Evenings he drinks his wines on his private
You can a man here goes the keys 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, 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, yoked her behind
Blew him out

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

a 50, sit back in a drop top Bezour Bently
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce
Top down, nightmare, blow her
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, screamin' 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
Overwhelmed by greed, put to