Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bezour
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, Miami
Masseuse, ring on, lovin' Celine Dion
Hate rap, me where she get caked at
She's a part time dancer, time romancer
to be a mother when she gets a chance ta
Left her husband, alone to they son hes in pampers

Modeled for a year, got her bachelors
33 recoverin' from surgery
Went 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl
Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit 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 cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, just don't in love
Next thing you know I'm hugged up wit in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Sweate washin' her feet
Is this love? Somebody's a thug
it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' like she me for years

Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands
Millions, she would get, if his neck got
She the equality, then passed the lie ta me
me 'bout her mans life insurance policy
He stays on the golf course, Drakkar Sport
he drinks his wines on his private resort
You can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the
a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can make more money
Then you could see rappin'

Split the cash 'n, to Venezuela
Adaptin' P-11's, shells for blastin'
him wit his Spanish 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 cried no, she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her yo
point five million, he kept his funds in the loines of London
Goes to his and his children
Yo I thought, what if shorty scared, electric chairs all I vision
All she'll 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
to Spain, nice game, now it's back to where we meet again

Blaze a 50, sit in a drop top Bezour Bently
Of course wit me, this chick 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
it, started screamin' yo we almost 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