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, from
Masseuse, wedding ring on, lovin' Dion
Hate rap, told me she get caked at
She's a time dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a mother when she gets a ta
Left her husband, to raise 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 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

said our mans a full back for the Raiders
A drunk cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, just don't in love
Next thing you I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Sweate washin' her feet
Is love? Somebody's wife a thug
it raw, tastin' 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 the equality, then passed the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her life insurance policy
He stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar
Evenings he drinks his wines on his private
You can take a man here goes the you can slip in the rear
Chop a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can more money
you could ever see rappin'

Split the 'n, move to Venezuela
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P for blastin'
Caught him wit his Spanish
He had a liter wit a can of
Burnin' her legs, she to the bed
Sex S and M,
Sadistic, yoked her from
Blew him out

His maid cried no, she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad marks, all on her thighs yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his funds in the loines of
Goes to his and his children
Yo I thought, what if shorty gets scared, 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 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, chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Top down, nightmare, her hair
Sky black, stars glow, the face on the stare
Fast 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 head nodded down to her chest, she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to