Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

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

said our mans a full back for the Raiders
A drunk whod cheerleaders and wind up in the
It's easy to get the, just fall in love
Next thing you know I'm hugged up wit in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate her feet
Is this love? Somebody's wife a
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 would get, if his got slit
She rolled the equality, then the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her mans life insurance
He stays on the golf course, Drakkar Sport
Evenings he his wines on his private resort
You can a man here goes the keys you can slip in the rear
Chop a up, yo, meet me so we can make more money
Then you could see rappin'

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

His cried no, lucky she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her yo
Twelve point five million, he his funds in the loines of London
Goes to his wife and his
Yo I thought, what if shorty gets scared, electric chairs all I
All she'll probably get is supervision
I'll the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, forge his name, catch the next flight the same night
Headed to Spain, nice game, now it's 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 Whitney
Top down, nightmare, blow her
Sky black, stars glow, the face on the stare
lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash
Took a blast, out of her bag
Snorted it, screamin' yo we almost crashed
Earlier I took the coke out, it wit crushed up glass
Her head down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to