Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bentley
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, Miami
Masseuse, wedding ring on, lovin' Dion
rap, told me where she get caked at
She's a part time dancer, part time
Tries to be a mother she gets a chance ta
Left her husband, alone to raise son hes in pampers

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

said our mans a full back for the Raiders
A whod cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, don't 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 Somebody's wife a thug
Hittin' it raw, it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra face is face lift, givin' like she knew me for years

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

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

His maid no, lucky she was blind fold
wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his in the loines of London
to his wife and his children
Yo I thought, what if shorty scared, electric 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 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 divorce Whitney
Top down, nightmare, her hair
Sky black, stars glow, the on the moon stare
Fast lane on the nine-five, honey about the cash
a blast, out of her coke bag
Snorted it, started yo we almost crashed
Earlier I took the coke out, it wit crushed up glass
Her nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to