Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

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She from Jamaica, Queens, only to Harlem to shop
Her just got a divorce and her father a cop
I learned this about 10 minutes in the
I'm thinking I don't know you, why that information?
My head was racin', I'm pacin' back and
Asked her for her number, her Keisha, nice to meet ya
She said she never with nobody from Harlem
I've got from south side, I figured I would call them
I found exact and where she grew up
Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, then he up
She to play with credit cards and line niggas at night clubs
Fucked a couple niggas but left 'em cause she ain't love
I was in Flight Club, Keisha text me like "What you doing?"
"I up my retro's, I'm bout to cop some new ones"
She she at the Mandarin Oriental in Columbus circle
She got some but she wanted purple
I her later we can link up
I called my Conner bring an eighth to her
He on taking her
Funny lil' nigga, but fuck it, that's how we
If it ain't wifey all the homies can play
to Keisha, she black but had them Spanish features
Five seven, these niggas would plan to keep her
I got that drop from my homie that knew her, he went to with her
Said he used to be cool with her, but he ain't her though
Con' me, I forgot to text him the address
I'm going some other shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If delivered that, we 'bout to meet
I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it's
Now rosé, henny, rosé, henny
Strippers all me, I ain't throwing a penny
Got a from Keisha, "I'm in room 17C
I know with your homies now but later come and see me"
I'm out, sky dweller, the light hittin' it right
I'm hearing niggas talking like, "That's Dave East, that nice"
Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, I pack mine
Unless I want 'em harsher, please no one bother
I called my and told him take me to midtown
Had to for condoms cause raw ain't the way I get down
He me off, I told him "Park it and don't leave yet
Let me see this bitch about, something I gotta figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the blunted
Stumbling, hennessey and rosé in my stomach
Figure we fuckin' and then order some service
I knocked twice, she opened the but so nervous
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 though
On everything, I fucked this delirious, shit Eddie know
Henny taking over, we passed out, at 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, 6 to make calls
Condom box of 3-pack, I two of them
Brand new Fendi sneakers, the club ruined 'em
Something told me up, I checked the bed
Nothin' but and cover, I had to shake my head
I checked me jeans, dollar gone, that's 15k
All my chains and my rollie
I put my shit on, looking for my phone, that was gone 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 fuck I get
I ran out, my driver sleep I him up like "You ain't see that bitch
Brown skin, thick, moving on some schemin' shit?"
He telling me he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
I cannot believe this shit, wait until I see this bitch
This for every nigga that be cause he think he rich
Keisha you a sneaky bitch, called shooter need the grip

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