Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

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I cannot it
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She from Jamaica, Queens, came to Harlem to shop
Her mother just got a and her father a cop
I learned this about 10 in the conversation
I'm thinking I don't even know you, why information?
My was racin', I'm pacin' back and forth
her for her number, her name 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 moms new got some coke, then he blew up
She used to play with credit cards and line niggas at clubs
a couple niggas but left '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 she at the Mandarin Oriental in Columbus circle
She got some sour but she wanted
I told her later we can up
I called my youngin Conner an eighth to her
He plotting on her
Funny nigga, but fuck it, that's how we raised
If it wifey than all the homies can play
Back to Keisha, she black but had Spanish features
Five seven, most these niggas plan to keep her
I got that drop my homie that knew her, he went to school with her
Said he used to be cool with her, but he ain't her though
Con' callin' me, I forgot to text him the
I'm going through other shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If Con' delivered that, we to meet
I a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it's over
Now rosé, henny, rosé, henny
Strippers all over me, I throwing a penny
Got a text from Keisha, "I'm in 17C
I your with your homies now but later come and see me"
I'm out, sky dweller, the light hittin' it right
I'm hearing niggas like, "That's Dave East, that nigga nice"
Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I mine
I want 'em harsher, please don't no one bother
I called my driver and 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 bitch about, something I gotta figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the elevator
Stumbling, hennessey and rosé in my stomach
Figure we fuckin' and then order some 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 this bitch delirious, Eddie know
Henny over, we passed out, at least I did
15,000 in my balmain's, I'm
I put my in the dresser with like four chains
My id and my cards, iPhone 6 to make calls
box of 3-pack, I used two of them
Brand new sneakers, the club just ruined 'em
Something told me up, I checked the bed
Nothin' but pillows and cover, I had to my head
I me jeans, every dollar gone, that's 15k
All my and my rollie missing
I put my shit on, looking for my phone, that was gone too
I'm ready to kill Keisha, what the I'm gon' do?
I told I wasn't drinking, why the fuck I get bent?
And how the fuck I get
I ran out, my driver sleep I woke him up "You ain't see that bitch
Brown skin, thick, probably on some schemin' shit?"
He telling me he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
I cannot believe this shit, can't until I see this bitch
for every nigga that be slippin' cause he think he rich
Keisha you a bitch, called shooter I'ma need the grip

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