Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bentley
Of course wit me, this chick who'd Bobby divorce Whitney
candy, from Miami
Masseuse, wedding ring on, Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me where she get at
She's a 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 surgery
Went from 34B to 36 D
Met her in San Diego at tha Bowl party
Had the sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis
MVP, we flicked it up from Sports
I was silked out, 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 drunk whod cheerleaders and 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
Palm Springs, Al Sweate washin' her feet
Is this love? Somebody's a thug
Hittin' it raw, it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra face is face lift, givin' like she knew me for years

Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her affairs
Millions, she get, if his neck got slit
She the equality, then passed the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her mans life policy
He stays on the golf course, Drakkar Sport
Evenings he drinks his wines on his 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 money
Then you ever see rappin'

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

His maid cried no, lucky she was blind
wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo
Twelve five million, he kept his funds in the loines of London
to his wife and his children
Yo I thought, what if shorty gets scared, 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 next the same night
to Spain, nice game, now it's back to where we meet again

Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop top Bezour
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 crashed
Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it wit up glass
Her nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
by greed, put to death