Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha [Explicit]

I cannot it
I believe it
life though
I
I believe it
Eyes

She from Jamaica, Queens, came to Harlem to shop
Her just got a divorce and her father a cop
I learned this 10 minutes in the conversation
I'm thinking I don't even know you, why that
My head was racin', I'm back and forth
Asked her for her number, her name Keisha, nice to ya
She said she never fucked nobody from Harlem
got homies from south side, I figured I would call them
I found exact 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 niggas but left 'em cause she ain't like love
I was down in Flight Club, Keisha text me "What you doing?"
"I scuffed up my retro's, I'm to cop some new ones"
She said she at the Mandarin Oriental in circle
She got some sour but she purple
I told her later we can up
I my youngin Conner bring an eighth to her
He on taking her
Funny lil' nigga, but it, that's how we raised
If it wifey than all the homies can play
Back to Keisha, she black but had them features
Five seven, most these would plan to keep her
I got that drop from my homie knew her, he went to school with her
Said he used to be cool with her, but he ain't fuck her
callin' me, I forgot to text him the address
I'm going through some other shit, got me mad stressed
If delivered that, we 'bout to meet
I gotta a club tonight, told if she up I hit her when it's over
Now rosé, henny, rosé, henny
Strippers all me, I ain't throwing a penny
Got a text from Keisha, "I'm in 17C
I know your with your homies now but later 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"
told me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack mine
Unless I want 'em harsher, please no one bother
I my driver and told him take me to midtown
Had to stop for condoms raw ain't the way I get down
He dropped me off, I told him "Park it and leave yet
Let me see what this bitch about, something I figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the elevator
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
up out of everything, R. Kelly on the radio
Slim waist, Hershey skin, ass heavy though
On everything, I fucked this bitch delirious, Eddie know
Henny over, we passed out, at least I did
15,000 in my balmain's, I'm
I put my in the dresser with like four chains
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
Something 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 and my rollie missing
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 myself I wasn't drinking, why the fuck I get
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 wait until I see this
for every nigga that be slippin' cause he think he rich
Keisha you a bitch, called shooter I'ma need the grip

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