Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

Modeled for a year, got her degree
33 recoverin' from surgery
Went from 34B to 36 D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl
Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell
MVP, we flicked it up from 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 back for the Raiders
A drunk whod cheerleaders and up in the papers
It's easy to get the, just fall in love
Next thing you know I'm hugged up wit in tha tub
Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin' her feet
Is this love? Somebody's a thug
it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, like she knew me for years

Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me her husbands affairs
Millions, she get, if his neck got slit
She the equality, then passed the lie ta me
Told me her mans life insurance policy
He stays on the course, wears Drakkar Sport
he drinks his wines on his private resort
You can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the
Chop a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can make more
Then you ever see rappin'

Split the 'n, move to Venezuela
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P for blastin'
Caught him wit his Spanish
He had a wit a can of spray
Burnin' her legs, she to the bed
Sex S and M,
Sadistic, yoked her behind
Blew him out

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

Blaze a 50, sit in a drop top Bezour Bently
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby Whitney
Top down, nightmare, her hair
Sky black, stars glow, the 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, replaced it wit up glass
Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell
by greed, put to death