Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

Modeled for a year, got her bachelors
33 from plastic surgery
Went 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San at tha Super Bowl party
Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Davis
MVP, we flicked it up from 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 whod cheerleaders and wind up in the
It's to get the, just don't fall in love
Next thing you know I'm hugged up wit in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's washin' her feet
Is this Somebody's wife a thug
it raw, tastin' it, wildin' 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 get, if his neck got slit
She rolled the equality, then the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her mans life insurance
He stays on the course, wears Drakkar Sport
Evenings he his wines on his private resort
You can take a man 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'

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

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

a 50, sit back in a drop top Bezour Bently
Of wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Top down, nightmare, her hair
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, screamin' yo we almost crashed
I took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass
Her nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to