Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bezour
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce
Brazilian candy, from
Masseuse, wedding on, lovin' Celine Dion
rap, told me where she get caked at
She's a part time dancer, part 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 from 34B to 36 D
Met her in San Diego at tha Bowl party
Had the Heiny it up, wit Terrell Davis
MVP, we flicked it up from Sports
I was out, flossin' wit stout, he had the gators
When she in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas

Terrell said our mans a full for the Raiders
A drunk whod cheerleaders and up in the papers
It's easy to get the, just don't in love
thing you know I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Sweate washin' her feet
Is this love? wife a thug
Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, like 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
Told me 'bout her mans insurance policy
He on the golf course, wears Drakkar Sport
Evenings he drinks his wines on his resort
You can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the
Chop a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can make money
Then you could ever see

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

His maid cried no, lucky she was 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, electric all I vision
All probably get is psychiatric supervision
switch 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 back to where we meet again

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