Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

I cannot it
I cannot it
Real though
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I believe it
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She from Jamaica, Queens, came to Harlem to shop
Her mother got a divorce and her father a cop
I learned about 10 minutes in the conversation
I'm thinking I don't even know you, why information?
My head was racin', I'm back and forth
Asked her for her number, her Keisha, nice to meet ya
She said she never with nobody from Harlem
I've got homies from south side, I figured I would call
I found exact and where she grew 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 love
I was down in Flight Club, Keisha text me "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 later we can 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 wifey than 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 with her, but he ain't fuck her though
callin' me, I forgot to text him the address
I'm going through some shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If Con' delivered that, we 'bout to
I a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it's over
Now rosé, henny, rosé, henny
all over me, I ain't throwing a penny
Got a text Keisha, "I'm in room 17C
I know your with your homies now but later and see me"
I'm rollied out, sky dweller, the light hittin' it
I'm hearing niggas like, "That's Dave East, that nigga nice"
Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack
Unless I want 'em harsher, please don't no one
I my driver and told him take me to midtown
Had to stop for cause 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, something I figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the blunted
Stumbling, hennessey and rosé in my stomach
Figure we and then order some room service
I twice, she opened the door but so nervous
Maybe I was buggin, I was drunk, she was though
Came up out of everything, R. on the radio
Slim waist, Hershey 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 rollie in the dresser with four chains
My id and my bank cards, iPhone 6 to 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
but pillows and cover, I had to shake my head
I checked me jeans, dollar gone, that's 15k
All my chains and my missing
I put my shit on, for my phone, that shit was gone too
I'm ready to Keisha, what the fuck I'm gon' do?
I told myself I drinking, why the fuck I get bent?
And how the fuck I get
I ran out, my sleep I woke 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
you a sneaky bitch, called shooter I'ma need the grip

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