Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

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

She from Jamaica, Queens, only to Harlem to shop
Her mother just got a and her father a cop
I this about 10 minutes in the conversation
I'm thinking I don't even know you, why information?
My head was racin', I'm pacin' back and
Asked her for her number, her name Keisha, nice to ya
She said she never fucked with from Harlem
I've got homies from south side, I figured I would call
I found locations and where she grew up
Her new boyfriend got some coke, then he blew up
She used to with credit cards and line niggas at night clubs
Fucked a couple niggas but left 'em cause she ain't love
I was down in Club, Keisha text 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 some but she wanted purple
I her later we can link up
I called my youngin Conner bring an to her
He on taking her
Funny nigga, but fuck it, that's how we raised
If it wifey than all the homies can play
Back to Keisha, she but had them Spanish features
Five seven, these niggas would plan to keep her
I got that drop from my homie that her, he went to school with her
he used to be cool with her, but he ain't fuck her though
Con' callin' me, I to text him the address
I'm going through some other shit, got me mad stressed
If Con' delivered that, we to meet
I gotta a tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it's over
Now rosé, henny, rosé, henny
Strippers all over me, I ain't throwing a
Got a from 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 hittin' it
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 told him take me to
Had to stop for condoms 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, just hennessey and rosé in my
Figure we fuckin' and then order room service
I knocked twice, she opened the but so nervous
Maybe I was buggin, I was drunk, she was though
Came up out of everything, R. Kelly on the
Slim waist, chocolate skin, ass heavy though
On everything, I this bitch 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 with like 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 ruined 'em
Something told me 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 shit on, 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 driver sleep I woke him up like "You ain't see that
Brown skin, thick, moving on some schemin' shit?"
He telling me he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
I cannot believe shit, can't wait until I see this bitch
for every nigga that be slippin' cause he think he rich
Keisha you a sneaky bitch, called shooter need the grip

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