Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

Modeled for a year, got her degree
33 recoverin' 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 flicked it up from Sports
I was out, flossin' 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 whod 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 Sweate washin' her
Is love? Somebody's wife a thug
it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, like she knew me for years

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

Split the 'n, move to Venezuela
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P for blastin'
Caught him wit his Spanish
He had a wit a can of spray
her legs, she tied to the bed
Sex S and M,
Sadistic, her from behind
Blew him out

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 wife and his
Yo I thought, what if shorty gets scared, chairs all I vision
All probably get is psychiatric supervision
I'll switch the plan, maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, forge his wife name, 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 drop top Bently
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby Whitney
Top down, nightmare, blow her
Sky black, stars glow, the face on the stare
Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs 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, she fell asleep
by greed, put to death