Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

I believe it
I believe it
life though
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I believe it
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She Jamaica, Queens, only 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
her for her number, her name Keisha, nice to meet ya
She said she never fucked with from Harlem
I've got homies from south side, I figured I call them
I found exact and where she grew up
Her new boyfriend got some coke, then he blew up
She used to play credit cards and line niggas at night clubs
a couple niggas but left 'em cause she ain't like love
I was down in Flight Club, Keisha me like "What you doing?"
"I scuffed up my retro's, I'm to cop some new ones"
She said she at the Oriental in Columbus circle
She got sour but she wanted purple
I told her later we can up
I my youngin Conner bring an eighth to her
He on taking 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 Spanish features
Five seven, most these niggas would plan to her
I got that drop from my homie that knew her, he went to with her
he used to be cool with her, but he ain't fuck her though
Con' callin' me, I forgot to him the address
I'm through some other shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If Con' delivered that, we to meet
I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it's
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 now but later come and see me"
I'm rollied out, sky dweller, the light hittin' it
I'm niggas talking like, "That's Dave East, that nigga nice"
Wayno told me 30 minutes, line, backwoods I pack mine
Unless I 'em harsher, please don't no one bother
I my driver and told him take me to midtown
Had to stop for condoms raw ain't the way I get down
He me off, I told 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 elevator
Stumbling, hennessey and rosé in my stomach
Figure we fuckin' and then some room service
I knocked twice, she the door but so nervous
Maybe I was buggin, I was drunk, she was though
up out of everything, R. Kelly on the radio
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 with four 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 just ruined 'em
Something told me up, I checked the bed
Nothin' but pillows and cover, I had to shake my
I checked me jeans, every dollar gone, 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 myself I wasn't drinking, why the fuck I get bent?
And how the I get robbed?
I ran out, my driver sleep I woke him up like "You ain't see bitch
Brown skin, thick, probably moving on some shit?"
He telling me that he was sleeping, on my phone call
I cannot believe this shit, can't wait I see this bitch
This for every nigga that be cause he think he rich
Keisha you a sneaky bitch, called shooter I'ma the grip

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