Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

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

She from Jamaica, Queens, came to Harlem to shop
Her mother just got a divorce and her a cop
I learned this about 10 minutes in the
I'm thinking I don't even you, why that information?
My head was racin', I'm back and forth
Asked her for her number, her name Keisha, to meet ya
She said she never fucked with from Harlem
I've got homies from south side, I figured I would them
I found exact locations and where she up
Her new boyfriend got some coke, then 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 down in Flight Club, 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 sour but she wanted
I her later we can link up
I called my youngin Conner bring an to her
He plotting on her
Funny lil' nigga, but it, that's how we raised
If it wifey than all the homies can play
Back to Keisha, she black but had them Spanish
seven, most these niggas would plan to keep her
I got that drop from my homie that knew her, he to school with her
Said he used to be 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 delivered that, we 'bout to meet
I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her it's over
Now rosé, henny, rosé, henny
Strippers all over me, I ain't 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 East, that nigga nice"
Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, I pack mine
I want 'em harsher, please don't no one bother
I called my driver and told him take me to
Had to stop for condoms cause raw ain't the way I get
He dropped me off, I told him "Park it and don't yet
Let me see what this bitch about, something I figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the blunted
Stumbling, just hennessey and rosé in my
Figure we fuckin' and then order some service
I twice, she opened the door but so nervous
I was buggin, I was drunk, she was ready though
Came up out of everything, R. on the radio
Slim waist, Hershey chocolate skin, ass heavy
On everything, I fucked this delirious, shit 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 with four chains
My id and my bank cards, iPhone 6 to make
box of 3-pack, I used two of them
Brand new sneakers, the club just ruined 'em
Something told me wake up, I the bed
but pillows and cover, I had to shake my head
I me jeans, every dollar gone, that's 15k
All my chains and my missing
I put my on, looking for my phone, that shit was gone too
I'm ready to kill Keisha, what the fuck I'm do?
I told myself I wasn't drinking, why the fuck I get
And how the fuck I get
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 call
I cannot believe this shit, wait until I see this bitch
This for every nigga be slippin' cause he think he rich
you a sneaky bitch, called shooter I'ma need the grip

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