Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

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

She from Jamaica, Queens, only to Harlem to shop
Her mother got a divorce and her father a cop
I this about 10 minutes in the conversation
I'm thinking I don't even know you, why that
My was racin', I'm pacin' back and forth
her for her number, her name Keisha, nice to meet ya
She said she never fucked with nobody Harlem
I've got homies from south side, I figured I call 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 at night clubs
Fucked a couple but left 'em cause she ain't like love
I was down in 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 purple
I her later we can link up
I called my youngin Conner an eighth to her
He plotting on her
lil' nigga, but fuck it, that's how we raised
If it ain't than all the homies can play
Back to Keisha, she black but had Spanish features
Five seven, these niggas would plan to keep her
I got that drop from my that knew her, he went to school with her
Said he used to be cool her, but he ain't fuck her though
Con' callin' me, I forgot to him the address
I'm going some other shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If delivered that, we 'bout to meet
I gotta a tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it's over
Now it's rosé, henny, rosé,
Strippers all over me, I ain't a penny
Got a text Keisha, "I'm in room 17C
I know with your homies now but later come and see me"
I'm rollied out, sky dweller, the hittin' it right
I'm hearing niggas talking like, "That's East, that nigga nice"
Wayno me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack mine
Unless I 'em harsher, please don't no one bother
I called my and told him take me to midtown
Had to stop for condoms cause raw ain't the way I get
He dropped me off, I 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, just and rosé in my stomach
we fuckin' and then order some room service
I knocked twice, she the door but so nervous
Maybe I was buggin, I was drunk, she was though
Came up out of everything, R. on the radio
waist, Hershey chocolate skin, ass heavy though
On everything, I this bitch delirious, shit 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 like chains
My id and my bank cards, iPhone 6 to calls
Condom box of 3-pack, I used two of
Brand new Fendi sneakers, the club just '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 rollie
I put my shit on, looking for my phone, 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 driver sleep I woke him up like "You ain't see that
Brown skin, thick, moving on some schemin' shit?"
He telling me that he was sleeping, on my phone call
I cannot this shit, can't wait until I see this bitch
for every nigga that be slippin' cause he think he rich
Keisha you a sneaky bitch, called I'ma need the grip

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