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

for a year, got her bachelors degree
33 recoverin' from plastic
Went 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super party
Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell
MVP, we flicked it up from Sports
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 whod and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, don't fall in love
Next thing you I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin' her feet
Is this Somebody's wife a thug
Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, 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 got slit
She the equality, then passed the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her mans life insurance
He stays on the golf course, wears Sport
Evenings he drinks his on his private resort
You can a man here goes the keys 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
P-11's, A-C-P shells for blastin'
Caught him wit his maid
He had a wit a can of spray
Burnin' her legs, she 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 his funds in the loines of London
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 flight the same night
Headed to Spain, nice game, now it's back to where we meet

Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop top Bently
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make divorce Whitney
Top down, nightmare, blow her
Sky black, stars glow, the face on the stare
Fast lane on the nine-five, laughs about the cash
Took a blast, out of her bag
Snorted it, started screamin' yo we almost
Earlier I took the coke out, it wit crushed up glass
Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she asleep
by greed, put to death