Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze A 50

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

Modeled for a year, got her bachelors
33 from plastic surgery
from 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl
Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell
MVP, we flicked it up from Illustrated
I was out, flossin' wit stout, he had the gators
When she in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas

Terrell said our mans a back for the Raiders
A drunk whod cheerleaders and up in the papers
It's easy to get the, just don't in love
Next you know I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin' 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

Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands
Millions, she would get, if his neck got
She rolled the equality, 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 you can slip in the rear
Chop a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can make more
Then you could ever see

the cash '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, she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her yo
Twelve point million, he kept his funds in the loines of London
to his wife and his children
Yo I thought, what if shorty gets scared, electric all I vision
All she'll probably get is psychiatric
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 to where we meet again

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