Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bentley
Of course wit me, this who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, Miami
Masseuse, wedding ring on, Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me she get caked at
She's a part time dancer, time romancer
Tries to be a mother when she a chance ta
Left her husband, alone to raise 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 sipped it up, wit Terrell
MVP, we flicked it up from Illustrated
I was silked out, wit stout, he had the gators
When she walked in, she lit up the room, Las Vegas

Terrell said our mans a full back for the
A drunk whod cheerleaders and up in the papers
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 washin' her
Is this love? Somebody's wife a
Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' like she me for years

Pillow talk, she let out tears, me bout her husbands affairs
Millions, she would get, if his got slit
She the equality, then passed the lie ta me
Told me her mans life insurance policy
He stays on the course, wears Drakkar Sport
Evenings he drinks his wines on his private
You can a man here goes the keys 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, shells for blastin'
him wit his Spanish maid
He had a wit a can of spray
Burnin' her legs, she to the bed
Sex S and M,
Sadistic, her from behind
Blew him out

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

Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop top Bently
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce
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 the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass
Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to