Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

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

said our mans a full back for the Raiders
A drunk whod cheerleaders and wind up in the
It's to get the, just don't fall in love
thing 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
Hittin' it raw, it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' like she me for years

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

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

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

Blaze a 50, sit in a drop top Bezour Bently
Of wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Top down, nightmare, her hair
Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon
lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash
Took a blast, out of her bag
Snorted it, started screamin' yo we crashed
Earlier I took the out, replaced it wit crushed up glass
Her head nodded down to her chest, she fell asleep
by greed, put to death