Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha [Explicit]

I believe 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 learned this about 10 in the conversation
I'm thinking I don't know you, why that information?
My was racin', I'm pacin' back and forth
Asked her for her number, her Keisha, nice to meet ya
She said she never fucked with nobody from
got homies from south side, I figured I would call them
I found locations and where she grew up
Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, then he up
She used to play with credit cards and line niggas at night
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 she at the Mandarin Oriental in Columbus circle
She got some sour but she wanted
I told her later we can up
I called my youngin bring an eighth to her
He on taking her
Funny lil' nigga, but it, that's how we raised
If it ain't wifey than all the can play
Back to Keisha, she black but had them features
Five seven, most these niggas would to keep her
I got that drop from my homie that knew her, he went to school her
he used to be cool with her, but he ain't fuck her though
Con' callin' me, I forgot to text him the
I'm through some 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 when over
Now rosé, henny, rosé, henny
Strippers all over me, I ain't a penny
Got a text from Keisha, "I'm in 17C
I know your with your homies now but come and see me"
I'm rollied out, sky dweller, the hittin' it right
I'm hearing niggas like, "That's Dave East, that nigga nice"
Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack
Unless I want 'em harsher, please no one bother
I called my driver and told him take me to
Had to for condoms cause 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 about, something I gotta figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the blunted
Stumbling, just hennessey and rosé in my
Figure we fuckin' and then order some room
I twice, she opened the door but so nervous
Maybe I was buggin, I was drunk, she was though
Came up out of everything, R. on the radio
Slim waist, chocolate skin, ass heavy though
On everything, I fucked this bitch delirious, shit Eddie
Henny taking over, we passed out, at I did
15,000 in my balmain's, I'm
I put my rollie in the dresser like four chains
My id and my bank cards, iPhone 6 to calls
box of 3-pack, I used two of them
Brand new Fendi sneakers, the club just '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 chains and my missing
I put my shit on, looking for my phone, that 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 sleep I him up like "You ain't see that bitch
Brown skin, thick, probably moving on some shit?"
He me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
I cannot believe this shit, can't wait until I see bitch
This for every nigga that be slippin' cause he think he
you a sneaky bitch, called shooter I'ma need the grip

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