Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

for a year, got her bachelors degree
33 recoverin' plastic surgery
from 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super party
Had the Heiny it up, wit Terrell Davis
MVP, we it up from Sports Illustrated
I was silked out, wit stout, he had the gators
When she walked in, she lit up the room, Las Vegas

said our mans a full back for the Raiders
A drunk cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
easy to get the, just don't fall in love
Next thing you know I'm up wit this in tha tub
Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin' her feet
Is this love? Somebody's wife a
Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, out on my character, tapin' it
Banks face is face lift, givin' like she knew 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 'bout her mans life insurance
He on the golf 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
a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can make more money
Then you ever see rappin'

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

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

Blaze a 50, sit back in a 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 lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the
a blast, out of her coke bag
Snorted it, screamin' yo we almost crashed
Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up
Her nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
by greed, put to death