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 Whitney
Brazilian candy, Miami
Masseuse, wedding ring on, Celine Dion
rap, told me where she get caked at
She's a part time dancer, time 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 Bowl
Had the sipped 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 whod cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, don't fall in love
Next you know I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate her feet
Is this love? wife a thug
Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' like she knew me for

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 policy
He stays on the golf course, wears Sport
he drinks his wines on his private resort
You can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the
a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can make more money
Then you could ever see

the cash 'n, move to Venezuela
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P for blastin'
him wit his Spanish maid
He had a wit a can of spray
Burnin' her legs, she to the bed
Sex S and M,
Sadistic, her from 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
to his wife and his children
Yo I thought, what if shorty gets scared, chairs all I vision
All she'll probably get is supervision
switch the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the next flight the night
Headed to Spain, nice game, now it's back to we meet again

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