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
Brazilian candy, from
Masseuse, wedding ring on, Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me she get caked at
She's a part dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a mother when she gets a ta
Left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in

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

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

Pillow talk, she let out tears, me bout her husbands affairs
Millions, she get, if his neck 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 take a man goes the keys you can slip in the rear
Chop a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can more money
you could ever see rappin'

Split the cash 'n, move to
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P for blastin'
him wit his Spanish maid
He had a liter wit a can of
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 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 shorty gets scared, chairs all I vision
All she'll probably get is supervision
I'll switch the plan, then fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, forge his wife name, the next flight the same night
Headed to Spain, nice game, now it's back to where we again

Blaze a 50, sit in a drop top Bezour Bently
Of course wit me, this who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Top down, nightmare, her hair
Sky black, stars glow, the on the moon stare
lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash
Took a blast, out of her bag
Snorted it, started yo we almost crashed
Earlier I the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass
Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell
Overwhelmed by greed, put to