Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

Blaze a 50, sit back in the top Bezour Bentley
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce
candy, from Miami
Masseuse, wedding on, lovin' Celine Dion
Hate rap, me where she get caked at
She's a part time dancer, time romancer
to be a mother 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 surgery
Went 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super party
Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Davis
MVP, we flicked it up from Illustrated
I was silked out, wit stout, he had the gators
When she in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas

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

Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands
Millions, she would get, if his neck got
She rolled the equality, then the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her mans life insurance
He on the golf course, wears Drakkar Sport
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 so we can make more money
Then you ever see rappin'

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

His maid cried no, lucky she was blind
Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his funds in the loines of
Goes to his and his children
Yo I thought, what if shorty gets scared, electric chairs all I
All she'll get is psychiatric supervision
I'll switch the plan, maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, his wife name, catch 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 drop top Bently
Of course wit me, chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Top down, nightmare, her hair
Sky black, stars glow, the on the moon stare
Fast lane on the nine-five, honey about the cash
a blast, out of her coke bag
Snorted it, started screamin' yo we crashed
I took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass
Her head down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to