Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

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

She from Jamaica, Queens, came to Harlem to shop
Her just got a divorce and her father a cop
I learned this about 10 in the conversation
I'm I don't even know you, why that information?
My head was racin', I'm back and forth
her for her number, her name Keisha, nice to meet ya
She she never fucked with nobody from Harlem
I've got homies from south side, I I would call them
I found locations and where she grew up
Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, then he up
She used to with credit cards and line niggas at night 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 to cop some new ones"
She said she at the Mandarin in Columbus circle
She got some sour but she wanted
I her later we can link up
I called my youngin Conner bring an to her
He on taking her
lil' nigga, but fuck it, that's how we raised
If it ain't wifey than all the can play
Back to Keisha, she black but had them features
Five seven, most these would 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 fuck her though
callin' me, I forgot to text him the address
I'm going through some other shit, got me mad stressed
If Con' delivered that, we 'bout to
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 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 out, sky dweller, the light hittin' it right
I'm hearing niggas like, "That's Dave East, that nigga nice"
Wayno me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack mine
Unless I want 'em harsher, please no one bother
I my driver and told him take me to midtown
Had to stop for condoms cause raw ain't the way I get
He me off, I told him "Park it and don't 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 some room 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 skin, ass heavy though
On everything, I fucked this bitch delirious, shit know
taking 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 bank cards, iPhone 6 to make
Condom box of 3-pack, I used two of
new Fendi sneakers, the club just ruined 'em
Something told me wake up, I 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, 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 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
skin, thick, probably moving on some schemin' shit?"
He telling me he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
I cannot believe this shit, can't wait until I see bitch
This for every that be slippin' cause he think he rich
Keisha you a sneaky bitch, shooter I'ma need the grip

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