Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

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

Terrell said our a full back for the Raiders
A whod cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's to get the, just don't fall in love
Next you know I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate her feet
Is this love? Somebody's wife a
it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' she knew me for years

talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs
Millions, she would get, if his got slit
She the equality, then passed the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her 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 you can slip 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
P-11's, A-C-P shells for blastin'
Caught him wit his Spanish
He had a liter wit a can of
Burnin' her legs, she to the bed
Sex S and M,
Sadistic, yoked her behind
Blew him out

His maid no, lucky she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his in the loines of London
to his wife and his children
Yo I thought, what if shorty gets scared, chairs all I vision
All she'll probably get is psychiatric
I'll switch the plan, then maybe fly to
Fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the next 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 Bezour
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce
Top down, nightmare, her hair
Sky black, glow, the face on the moon stare
lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash
Took a blast, out of her bag
Snorted it, started screamin' yo we almost
Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up
Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to