Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

Modeled for a year, got her degree
33 recoverin' from plastic
Went from 34B to 36 D
Met her in San Diego at tha Bowl party
Had the sipped it up, wit Terrell 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

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

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

Split the cash 'n, move to
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P for blastin'
him wit his Spanish maid
He had a liter wit a can of
her legs, she tied 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 in the loines of London
Goes to his and his children
Yo I thought, if shorty gets scared, electric chairs all I vision
All she'll get is psychiatric supervision
I'll switch the plan, maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, his wife name, catch the next flight the same night
Headed to Spain, nice game, now it's back to we meet again

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