Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

I cannot it
I believe it
Real though
I
I cannot it
Eyes

She from Jamaica, Queens, only to Harlem to shop
Her mother just got a divorce and her a cop
I learned this 10 minutes in the conversation
I'm thinking I don't even you, why that information?
My head was racin', I'm pacin' and forth
Asked her for her number, her Keisha, nice to meet ya
She said she never fucked with from Harlem
I've got homies from side, I figured I would call them
I found exact locations and where she up
Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, he blew up
She used to play with credit cards and line niggas at night
Fucked a couple niggas but left 'em she ain't like love
I was down in Club, Keisha text me like "What you doing?"
"I scuffed up my retro's, I'm to cop some new ones"
She said she at the Mandarin in Columbus circle
She got some sour but she wanted
I told her later we can up
I my youngin Conner bring an eighth to her
He on taking her
lil' nigga, but fuck it, that's how we raised
If it ain't wifey all the homies can play
Back to Keisha, she but had them Spanish features
Five seven, most these would plan to keep her
I got that drop from my homie that knew her, he went to with her
Said he used to be cool with her, but he ain't her though
Con' callin' me, I forgot to him the address
I'm going some other shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If Con' that, we 'bout to meet
I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it's
Now it's rosé, henny, rosé,
all over me, I ain't throwing a penny
Got a text from Keisha, "I'm in 17C
I know your with your homies now but later and see me"
I'm out, sky dweller, the light hittin' it right
I'm hearing niggas talking like, "That's East, that nigga nice"
told me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack mine
Unless I want 'em harsher, don't no one bother
I called my driver and him take me to midtown
Had to stop for condoms cause raw ain't the way I get
He dropped me off, I him "Park it and don't leave yet
Let me see this bitch about, something I gotta figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the elevator
Stumbling, just hennessey and in my stomach
Figure we fuckin' and then some room service
I knocked twice, she opened the but so nervous
Maybe I was buggin, I was drunk, she was ready
up out of everything, R. Kelly on the radio
Slim waist, Hershey chocolate skin, ass heavy
On everything, I fucked bitch delirious, shit Eddie know
taking over, we passed out, at least I did
15,000 in my balmain's, I'm
I put my rollie in the dresser with four chains
My id and my bank cards, iPhone 6 to make
box of 3-pack, I used two of them
Brand new Fendi sneakers, the club just 'em
Something me wake up, I checked the bed
Nothin' but pillows and cover, I had to shake my
I checked me jeans, dollar gone, that's 15k
All my chains and my rollie
I put my on, looking for my phone, that shit was gone too
I'm ready to kill Keisha, what the I'm gon' do?
I told myself I wasn't drinking, why the I get bent?
And how the I get robbed?
I ran out, my sleep I woke him up like "You ain't see that bitch
Brown skin, thick, probably moving on schemin' shit?"
He telling me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone
I cannot believe this shit, wait until I see this bitch
This for nigga that be slippin' cause he think he rich
Keisha you a bitch, called shooter I'ma need the grip

I cannot believe this bitch me
I cannot it
I cannot it
I cannot this bitch robbed me
If I catch her I ain't tryna I'm sorry
I cannot believe bitch robbed me
I cannot it
I cannot it
I cannot believe bitch robbed me
If I catch her I tryna hear I'm sorry
I cannot believe this bitch me
I cannot it
I believe it