Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

for a year, got her bachelors degree
33 recoverin' from plastic
Went from 34B to 36 D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl
Had the Heiny it up, wit Terrell Davis
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 said our a full back for the Raiders
A drunk whod and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, just fall in love
Next thing you I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin' her feet
Is this love? wife a thug
Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' like she knew me for

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

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

His maid cried no, lucky she was blind
Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her 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, electric all I vision
All probably get is psychiatric 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 where we meet

a 50, sit back in a drop top Bezour Bently
Of course wit me, this who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Top down, nightmare, her hair
Sky black, stars glow, the face on the stare
Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs the cash
Took a blast, out of her 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, slowly she asleep
by greed, put to death