Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

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She Jamaica, Queens, only came to Harlem to shop
Her just got a divorce and her father a cop
I learned about 10 minutes in the conversation
I'm I don't even know you, why that information?
My was racin', I'm pacin' back and forth
her for her number, her name Keisha, nice to meet ya
She said she never fucked nobody from Harlem
I've got from south side, I figured I would call them
I exact locations and where she grew up
Her moms new got some coke, then he blew up
She used to play credit cards and line niggas at night clubs
Fucked a couple niggas but 'em cause she ain't like love
I was down in Flight Club, Keisha me like "What you doing?"
"I scuffed up my retro's, I'm bout to cop new ones"
She said she at the Mandarin Oriental in Columbus
She got sour but she wanted purple
I her later we can link up
I called my youngin Conner bring an to her
He plotting on her
Funny lil' nigga, but fuck it, that's how we
If it ain't wifey than all the homies can
to Keisha, she black but had them Spanish features
Five seven, most these niggas plan to keep her
I got that drop from my that knew her, he went to school with her
Said he used to be with her, but he ain't fuck her though
Con' callin' me, I forgot to text him the
I'm going through other shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If Con' that, we 'bout to meet
I gotta a club tonight, Keisha if she up I hit her when it's over
Now rosé, henny, rosé, henny
Strippers all over me, I ain't a penny
Got a text Keisha, "I'm in room 17C
I know your with your homies now but later and see me"
I'm rollied out, sky dweller, the light hittin' it
I'm hearing talking like, "That's Dave East, that nigga nice"
told me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack mine
Unless I want 'em harsher, please don't no one
I called my and told him take me to midtown
Had to for condoms cause raw ain't the way I get down
He dropped me off, I told him "Park it and don't yet
Let me see what this bitch about, something I gotta out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the blunted
Stumbling, just hennessey and rosé in my
Figure we fuckin' and then order room service
I knocked twice, she the door but so nervous
I was buggin, I was drunk, she was ready though
Came up out of everything, R. on the radio
Slim waist, Hershey chocolate skin, ass heavy
On everything, I fucked this delirious, shit Eddie know
Henny taking over, we out, at least I did
15,000 in my balmain's, I'm
I put my rollie in the dresser like four chains
My id and my cards, iPhone 6 to make calls
Condom box of 3-pack, I used two of
Brand new Fendi sneakers, the just ruined 'em
Something told me wake up, I the bed
but pillows and cover, I had to shake my head
I checked me jeans, every gone, that's 15k
All my chains and my rollie
I put my shit on, looking for my phone, that was gone too
I'm ready to kill Keisha, the fuck I'm gon' do?
I told myself I drinking, why the fuck I get bent?
And how the I get robbed?
I ran out, my driver I woke him up like "You ain't see that bitch
skin, thick, probably moving on some schemin' shit?"
He telling me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone
I cannot this shit, can't wait until I see this bitch
This for every nigga that be slippin' cause he think he
Keisha you a sneaky bitch, called shooter need the grip

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