Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

Modeled for a year, got her bachelors
33 recoverin' plastic surgery
from 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San at tha Super Bowl party
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
she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas

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

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

the cash 'n, move to Venezuela
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P for blastin'
Caught him wit his maid
He had a liter wit a can of
Burnin' her legs, she to the bed
Sex S and M,
Sadistic, yoked her behind
him out existence

His cried no, lucky she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her 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, electric chairs all I
All she'll probably get is psychiatric
I'll switch the plan, then maybe fly to
Fake ID, his wife name, catch the next flight the same night
Headed to Spain, nice game, now it's back to we meet again

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