Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha [Explicit]

I cannot it
I believe it
Real though
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I believe it
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She Jamaica, Queens, only came 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 even know you, why information?
My head was racin', I'm pacin' and forth
Asked her for her number, her Keisha, nice to meet ya
She she never fucked with nobody from Harlem
I've got homies from side, I figured I would call them
I found exact and where she grew up
Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, he blew up
She used to play with credit and line niggas at night clubs
Fucked a couple niggas but left 'em cause she ain't love
I was down in Club, Keisha text me like "What you doing?"
"I up my retro's, I'm bout to cop some new ones"
She said she at the Mandarin Oriental in 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 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 them Spanish
Five seven, most these niggas plan to keep her
I got that drop from my homie that knew her, he went to school her
Said he used to be cool with her, but he ain't her though
Con' callin' me, I forgot to text him the
I'm going through other shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If Con' that, we 'bout to meet
I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her 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 out, sky dweller, the light hittin' it right
I'm hearing talking like, "That's Dave East, that nigga nice"
Wayno told me 30 minutes, line, backwoods I pack mine
Unless I want 'em harsher, please no one bother
I called my driver and told him me to midtown
Had to stop for condoms cause raw 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 elevator
Stumbling, hennessey and rosé in my stomach
Figure we fuckin' and then order room service
I knocked twice, she opened the but so nervous
Maybe I was buggin, I was drunk, she was ready
up out of everything, R. Kelly on the radio
Slim waist, Hershey skin, ass heavy though
On everything, I fucked this bitch delirious, shit Eddie
Henny over, we passed out, at least I did
15,000 in my balmain's, I'm
I put my rollie in the with like four chains
My id and my bank cards, iPhone 6 to make
box of 3-pack, I used two of them
Brand new sneakers, the club just ruined 'em
told me wake up, I checked the bed
Nothin' but pillows and cover, I had to my head
I me jeans, every dollar gone, that's 15k
All my chains and my rollie
I put my shit on, for my phone, that shit was gone too
I'm to kill Keisha, what the fuck I'm gon' do?
I told I wasn't drinking, why the fuck 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
Brown skin, thick, probably on some schemin' shit?"
He telling me he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
I cannot believe this shit, can't wait I see this bitch
This for every that be slippin' cause he think he rich
Keisha you a sneaky bitch, called I'ma need the grip

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