Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bezour
Of course wit me, this chick make Bobby divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, from
Masseuse, ring on, lovin' Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me 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 raise son hes in pampers

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

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

talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs
Millions, she get, if his neck got slit
She rolled the equality, passed the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her mans insurance policy
He stays on the 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, me somewhere so we can make more money
Then you ever see rappin'

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

His maid cried no, lucky she was fold
Naked wit, mad marks, all on her thighs yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his funds in the of London
to his wife and his children
Yo I thought, what if gets scared, electric chairs all I vision
All she'll probably get is psychiatric
I'll the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the next the same night
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 divorce Whitney
Top down, nightmare, her hair
Sky black, glow, the face on the moon stare
Fast lane on the nine-five, honey 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 head nodded down to her chest, she fell asleep
by greed, put to death