Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

Modeled for a year, got her bachelors
33 from plastic 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 it up from Sports Illustrated
I was out, flossin' wit stout, he had the gators
she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas

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

Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me her husbands affairs
Millions, she get, if his neck got slit
She rolled the equality, passed the lie ta me
me 'bout her mans life insurance policy
He on the golf course, wears Drakkar Sport
Evenings he drinks his on his private resort
You can a man here goes the keys 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, to Venezuela
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P for blastin'
Caught him wit his maid
He had a liter wit a can of
Burnin' her legs, she to the bed
Sex S and M,
Sadistic, yoked her from
him out existence

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

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