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 divorce Whitney
candy, from Miami
Masseuse, ring on, lovin' Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me where she get at
She's a part dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a mother when she gets a ta
Left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in

Modeled for a year, got her bachelors
33 recoverin' from plastic
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, flossin' wit stout, he had the
When she in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas

Terrell said our mans a full back for the
A drunk whod cheerleaders and up in the papers
It's easy to get the, just don't fall in
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, tastin' it, out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra Banks face is lift, givin' like she knew me for years

talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs
Millions, she would get, if his got slit
She the equality, then passed the lie ta me
me 'bout her mans life insurance policy
He stays on the golf course, wears 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, me somewhere so we can make more money
Then you could ever see

Split the cash 'n, move to
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P for blastin'
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
Blew him out

His maid cried no, lucky she was fold
wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs 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 all I vision
All she'll probably get is psychiatric
I'll switch the plan, maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, forge his name, catch the next flight the same night
Headed to Spain, nice game, now it's back to where we again

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