Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha [Explicit]

I cannot it
I cannot it
Real though
I
I cannot it
Eyes

She from Jamaica, Queens, only to Harlem to shop
Her mother just got a divorce and her a cop
I learned this 10 minutes in the conversation
I'm thinking I don't even you, why that information?
My head was racin', I'm pacin' and forth
Asked her for her number, her name Keisha, nice to ya
She said she never with nobody from Harlem
I've got homies from south side, I figured I call them
I found exact and where she grew up
Her moms new boyfriend got 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 like
I was down in Flight Club, Keisha text me "What you doing?"
"I up my retro's, I'm bout to cop some new ones"
She said she at the Oriental 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
Funny lil' nigga, but fuck it, that's how we
If it ain't than all the homies can play
Back to Keisha, she black but had them Spanish
Five seven, most these niggas would plan to her
I got that from my homie that knew her, he went to school with her
Said he used to be with her, but he ain't fuck her though
Con' callin' me, I to text him the address
I'm going through some other shit, honestly got me mad
If Con' delivered that, we 'bout to
I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when over
Now it's rosé, henny, rosé,
Strippers all over me, I 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 out, sky dweller, the light hittin' it right
I'm niggas talking like, "That's Dave East, that nigga nice"
Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack
I want 'em harsher, please don't no one bother
I called my driver and him take me to midtown
Had to for condoms cause raw ain't the way I get down
He dropped me off, I told him "Park it and don't yet
Let me see what this about, something I gotta figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the blunted
Stumbling, just 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
Came up out of everything, R. Kelly on the
Slim waist, chocolate skin, ass heavy though
On everything, I fucked this delirious, shit Eddie know
taking 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 four
My id and my cards, iPhone 6 to make calls
Condom box of 3-pack, I used two of
Brand new Fendi sneakers, the club just 'em
told me wake up, I checked the bed
Nothin' but and cover, I had to shake my head
I me jeans, every dollar gone, that's 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 I'm gon' do?
I told myself I wasn't drinking, why the I get bent?
And how the fuck I get
I ran out, my driver I woke him up like "You ain't see that bitch
Brown skin, thick, moving on some schemin' shit?"
He me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
I cannot believe this shit, can't 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 believe this bitch robbed me
I cannot it
I cannot it
I believe this bitch robbed me
If I her I ain't tryna hear I'm sorry
I cannot believe this robbed me
I cannot it
I cannot it
I believe this bitch robbed me
If I catch her I ain't hear I'm sorry
I cannot believe this bitch me
I cannot it
I cannot it