Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha [Explicit]

I believe it
I believe it
life though
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I believe it
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She from Jamaica, Queens, only came to 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 was racin', I'm pacin' back and forth
Asked her for her number, her name Keisha, nice to ya
She said she never fucked nobody from Harlem
I've got homies from south side, I figured I would call
I found exact locations and she grew up
Her new boyfriend got some coke, then he blew up
She used to play with credit cards and line at night clubs
a couple niggas but left 'em cause she ain't like love
I was down in Flight Club, 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 sour but she wanted
I her later we can link up
I called my youngin bring an eighth to her
He on taking her
Funny lil' nigga, but fuck it, how we raised
If it ain't wifey 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 my homie that knew her, he went to school 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 going through some other shit, got me mad stressed
If delivered that, we 'bout to meet
I a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it's over
Now it's rosé, henny, rosé,
all over me, I ain't throwing a penny
Got a text from Keisha, "I'm in 17C
I know your with homies now but later come and see me"
I'm rollied out, sky dweller, the 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
Unless I want 'em harsher, don't no one bother
I called my 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 told him "Park it and don't yet
Let me see what this bitch about, something I gotta out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the elevator
Stumbling, just hennessey and 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 ready
Came up out of everything, R. on the radio
Slim waist, Hershey chocolate skin, ass heavy
On everything, I this bitch 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 with like 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 me wake up, I checked the bed
Nothin' but and cover, I had to shake my head
I checked me jeans, every dollar gone, 15k
All my and my rollie missing
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 wasn't drinking, why the fuck I get
And how the fuck I get
I ran out, my sleep I woke him up like "You ain't see that bitch
skin, thick, probably moving on some schemin' shit?"
He me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
I cannot believe this shit, can't wait I see this bitch
This for every nigga that be slippin' cause he think he
Keisha you a sneaky bitch, called shooter I'ma the grip

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