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 divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, from
Masseuse, wedding on, lovin' Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me she get caked at
a part time dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a when she gets a chance ta
Left her husband, to raise they 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 at tha Super Bowl party
Had the Heiny it up, wit Terrell Davis
MVP, we flicked it up Sports Illustrated
I was silked out, flossin' wit stout, he had the
When she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las

Terrell said our mans a full back for the
A whod cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
easy 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 love? wife a thug
Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' like she knew me for

Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me her husbands affairs
Millions, she would get, if his neck got
She rolled the equality, passed the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her mans life insurance
He on the golf course, wears Drakkar Sport
he drinks 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
you could ever see rappin'

Split the cash 'n, to Venezuela
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P 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 from
him out existence

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

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