Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bentley
Of course wit me, chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
candy, from Miami
Masseuse, wedding ring on, lovin' Dion
rap, told 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

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

Terrell said our mans a back for the Raiders
A whod cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
easy to get the, just don't fall in love
Next thing you I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate her feet
Is this love? wife a thug
Hittin' it raw, 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 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 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 somewhere so we can 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 wit a can of spray
Burnin' her legs, she to the bed
Sex S and M,
Sadistic, her from behind
him out existence

His maid no, lucky she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad marks, all on her thighs yo
Twelve point million, he kept his funds in the loines of London
Goes to his and his children
Yo I thought, if shorty gets scared, electric chairs all I vision
All she'll probably get is psychiatric
I'll switch the plan, maybe fly to Switzerland
ID, forge his wife name, catch the next flight the same night
Headed to Spain, nice game, now it's to where we meet again

Blaze a 50, sit back in a 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
Fast lane on the nine-five, laughs about the cash
Took a blast, out of her bag
Snorted it, started yo we almost crashed
Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it wit up glass
Her head nodded to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
by greed, put to death