Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

I believe it
I cannot it
Real life
I
I believe it
Eyes

She Jamaica, Queens, only came to Harlem to shop
Her mother got a divorce and her father a cop
I learned this about 10 minutes in the
I'm thinking I don't even you, why that information?
My was racin', I'm pacin' back and forth
Asked her for her number, her Keisha, nice to meet ya
She said she never fucked with nobody Harlem
I've got homies from south side, I figured I would them
I found exact and where she grew up
Her new boyfriend got some coke, then he blew up
She used to play with cards and line niggas at night clubs
Fucked a couple niggas but left 'em she ain't like love
I was down in Flight Club, 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 Oriental in circle
She got some but she wanted purple
I told her we can link up
I called my youngin Conner an eighth to her
He plotting on her
Funny lil' nigga, but fuck it, that's how we
If it ain't wifey all the homies can play
Back to Keisha, she black but had them features
Five seven, most these niggas plan to keep her
I got that drop from my homie knew her, he went to school with her
Said he used to be cool with her, but he fuck her though
Con' callin' me, I to text him the address
I'm going through other shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If delivered that, we 'bout to meet
I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it's
Now rosé, henny, rosé, henny
Strippers all me, I ain't throwing a penny
Got a text Keisha, "I'm in room 17C
I know your with 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, that nice"
Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack
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 leave yet
Let me see what this bitch about, something I figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the elevator
Stumbling, hennessey and rosé in my stomach
Figure we fuckin' and then order room service
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, chocolate skin, ass heavy though
On everything, I fucked 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 dresser like four chains
My id and my bank cards, iPhone 6 to calls
Condom box of 3-pack, I used two of
Brand new sneakers, the club just ruined 'em
told me wake up, I checked the bed
Nothin' but and cover, I had to shake my head
I me jeans, every dollar gone, that's 15k
All my chains and my rollie
I put my shit on, looking for my phone, shit was gone too
I'm ready to Keisha, what the fuck I'm gon' do?
I told myself I wasn't drinking, why the fuck I get
And how the fuck I get
I ran out, my driver sleep I woke him up like "You see that bitch
Brown skin, thick, probably moving on schemin' shit?"
He me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
I cannot believe this shit, can't until I see this bitch
This for every nigga that be slippin' he think he rich
you a sneaky bitch, called shooter I'ma need the grip

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