Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

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

She from Jamaica, Queens, 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 know you, why that
My head was racin', I'm pacin' and forth
Asked her for her number, her name Keisha, to meet ya
She said she never fucked nobody from Harlem
I've got homies from side, I figured I would call them
I found exact and where she grew up
Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, he blew up
She used to with credit 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, Keisha me like "What you doing?"
"I scuffed up my retro's, I'm bout to cop 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 Conner bring an to her
He plotting on her
Funny 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 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 some shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If Con' delivered that, we 'bout to
I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when 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 with homies now but later come and see me"
I'm rollied out, sky dweller, the light it right
I'm niggas talking like, "That's Dave 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 the way I get down
He dropped me off, I told him "Park it and leave yet
Let me see this bitch about, something I gotta figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the blunted
Stumbling, just hennessey and in my stomach
Figure we fuckin' and then some room service
I knocked twice, she the door but so nervous
Maybe I was buggin, I was drunk, she was though
up out of everything, R. Kelly on the radio
Slim waist, Hershey skin, ass heavy though
On everything, I fucked this bitch delirious, 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 like four chains
My id and my bank cards, iPhone 6 to make
Condom box of 3-pack, I used two of
Brand new Fendi sneakers, the club just 'em
Something told me wake up, I the bed
Nothin' but and cover, I had to shake my head
I checked me jeans, every gone, that's 15k
All my and my rollie missing
I put my shit on, for my phone, that shit was gone too
I'm to kill Keisha, what the fuck I'm gon' do?
I told I wasn't drinking, why the fuck 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
skin, thick, probably moving on some schemin' shit?"
He telling me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone
I cannot believe this shit, can't wait until I see bitch
for every nigga that be slippin' cause he think he rich
Keisha you a sneaky bitch, called I'ma need the grip

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