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 Bobby Whitney
Brazilian candy, Miami
Masseuse, wedding ring on, lovin' Celine
Hate rap, told me she get caked at
She's a part time dancer, part time
Tries to be a mother when she gets a ta
Left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in

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

Terrell said our a full back for the Raiders
A drunk cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, don't fall in love
Next thing you know I'm hugged up wit in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's 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 face lift, givin' like she me for years

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

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

His maid no, lucky she was blind fold
wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo
Twelve point five million, he his funds in the loines of London
Goes to his wife and his
Yo I thought, what if shorty scared, electric chairs all I vision
All she'll get is psychiatric supervision
switch the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, his wife name, catch the next flight the same night
Headed to Spain, game, now it's back to where 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
a blast, out of her coke bag
Snorted it, screamin' yo we almost crashed
Earlier I took the out, replaced it wit crushed up glass
Her nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to