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, wedding ring on, Celine Dion
rap, told me where she get caked at
She's a time dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a mother when she gets a ta
her husband, alone to raise they son hes in pampers

Modeled for a year, got her degree
33 recoverin' from surgery
Went from 34B to 36 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, flossin' wit stout, he had the
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, just don't 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? Somebody's wife a
Hittin' it raw, it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' she knew me for years

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

Split the cash 'n, move to
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P shells for
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, yoked her behind
him out existence

His maid no, lucky she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad marks, all on her thighs yo
point five 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 get is psychiatric supervision
I'll the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the next flight the same
Headed to Spain, nice game, now it's back to where we meet

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