Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

I believe it
I cannot it
life though
I
I believe it
Eyes

She Jamaica, Queens, only came to Harlem to shop
Her just got a divorce and her father a cop
I learned this about 10 minutes in the
I'm thinking I don't even know you, why information?
My head was racin', I'm pacin' and forth
Asked her for her number, her Keisha, nice to meet ya
She she never fucked with nobody from Harlem
got homies from south side, I figured I would call them
I exact locations and where she grew up
Her new boyfriend got some coke, then he blew up
She used to play credit cards and line niggas at night clubs
Fucked a couple niggas but left 'em cause she ain't love
I was down in Flight Club, Keisha text me "What you doing?"
"I scuffed up my retro's, I'm to cop some new ones"
She said she at the Oriental in Columbus circle
She got some sour but she purple
I told her we can link up
I called my youngin bring an eighth to her
He plotting on her
Funny lil' nigga, but it, that's how we raised
If it ain't wifey all the homies can play
Back to Keisha, she black but had them Spanish
Five seven, most these niggas would to keep her
I got drop from my homie that knew her, he went to school with her
Said he used to be cool with her, but he fuck her though
callin' me, I forgot to text him the address
I'm going through other shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If Con' delivered that, we 'bout to
I gotta a club tonight, told if she up I hit her when it's over
Now rosé, henny, rosé, henny
all over me, I ain't throwing a penny
Got a text from Keisha, "I'm in 17C
I know your your homies now but later come and see me"
I'm rollied out, sky dweller, the light it right
I'm hearing niggas talking like, "That's Dave East, nigga nice"
Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I mine
Unless I want 'em harsher, please no one bother
I called my driver and told him take me to
Had to stop for condoms raw ain't the way I get down
He me off, I told him "Park it and don't leave yet
Let me see what this bitch about, I gotta figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the blunted
Stumbling, hennessey and rosé in my stomach
Figure we fuckin' and then order some room
I knocked twice, she opened the door but so
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 this bitch delirious, shit Eddie know
Henny taking over, we passed out, at I did
15,000 in my balmain's, I'm
I put my rollie in the with like four chains
My id and my bank cards, 6 to make calls
Condom box of 3-pack, I two of them
new Fendi sneakers, the club just ruined 'em
Something told me up, I checked the bed
Nothin' but and cover, I had to shake my head
I checked me jeans, dollar gone, that's 15k
All my chains and my rollie
I put my shit on, looking for my phone, that shit was too
I'm ready to Keisha, what the fuck 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 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 call
I cannot believe this shit, can't wait 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 cannot it
I cannot believe this robbed me
If I catch her I ain't tryna hear I'm
I cannot believe this bitch me
I believe it
I believe it
I cannot believe bitch robbed me
If I catch her I ain't tryna I'm sorry
I believe this bitch robbed me
I cannot it
I believe it