Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

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

She from Jamaica, Queens, came to Harlem to shop
Her just got a divorce and her father a cop
I learned this 10 minutes in the conversation
I'm thinking I even know you, why that information?
My was racin', I'm pacin' back 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 south side, I figured I would call
I exact locations and where she grew up
Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, he blew up
She used to play with credit cards and line niggas at clubs
Fucked a couple niggas but left 'em cause she ain't like
I was in Flight 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 in Columbus circle
She got sour but she wanted purple
I told her we can link up
I my youngin Conner bring an eighth to her
He plotting on her
Funny nigga, but fuck it, that's how we raised
If it ain't wifey than all the homies can
Back to Keisha, she black but had them features
Five seven, most these niggas would to keep her
I got that drop from my homie knew 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 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 it's
Now it's rosé, henny, rosé,
Strippers all over me, I ain't 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 hittin' it
I'm hearing niggas talking like, "That's East, that nigga nice"
Wayno me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack mine
Unless I 'em harsher, please 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 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, just hennessey and 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
Came up out of everything, R. Kelly on the
Slim waist, Hershey chocolate skin, ass heavy
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 rollie in the dresser like four chains
My id and my cards, iPhone 6 to make calls
box of 3-pack, I used two of them
Brand new Fendi sneakers, the club just 'em
told me wake up, I checked the bed
Nothin' but pillows and cover, I had to my head
I checked me jeans, every dollar gone, 15k
All my and my rollie missing
I put my shit on, looking for my phone, that shit was too
I'm ready to kill Keisha, what the fuck I'm 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 me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
I believe this shit, can't wait 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 cannot this bitch robbed me
I cannot it
I believe it
I cannot this bitch 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 this bitch me
If I catch her I ain't tryna I'm sorry
I cannot believe this bitch me
I cannot it
I believe it