Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

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

said our mans a full back for the Raiders
A drunk cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, don't fall in love
Next you know I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate her feet
Is love? Somebody's wife a thug
it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' 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 rolled the equality, then the lie ta me
me 'bout her mans life insurance policy
He stays on the golf course, Drakkar Sport
Evenings he drinks his on his private resort
You can take a man here goes the you can slip in the rear
Chop a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can make more
Then you could 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 wit a can of spray
her legs, she tied to the bed
Sex S and M,
Sadistic, yoked her from
Blew him out

His cried no, lucky she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad 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, what if shorty scared, electric chairs all I vision
All she'll probably get is supervision
I'll the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the next flight the same
Headed to Spain, nice game, now it's back to we meet again

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