Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

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

Terrell said our mans a full for the Raiders
A drunk cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, just don't in love
Next thing you know I'm up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Sweate washin' her feet
Is this Somebody's wife a thug
it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' she knew me for years

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

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

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
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 back to where we 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, blow her
Sky black, glow, the face on the moon stare
Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the
a blast, out of her coke bag
Snorted it, started screamin' yo we crashed
Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up
Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she asleep
by greed, put to death