Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

Modeled for a year, got her degree
33 recoverin' plastic surgery
Went 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl
Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Davis
MVP, we it up from Sports Illustrated
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 drunk cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, just don't fall in
Next thing you know I'm up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin' her
Is this love? Somebody's a thug
Hittin' it raw, it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it
Banks face is face lift, givin' like she knew me for years

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

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

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

a 50, sit back in a drop top Bezour Bently
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
it, started screamin' yo we almost crashed
Earlier I the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass
Her head nodded to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to