Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha [Explicit]

I believe it
I believe it
Real life
I
I believe it
Eyes

She from Jamaica, Queens, only to Harlem to shop
Her mother just got a divorce and her a cop
I this about 10 minutes in the conversation
I'm thinking I don't even know you, why that
My was racin', I'm pacin' back and forth
her for her number, her name 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 exact locations and where she grew up
Her new boyfriend got some coke, then he blew 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 me like "What you doing?"
"I scuffed up my retro's, I'm to cop some new ones"
She said she at the Mandarin Oriental in Columbus
She got some sour but she wanted
I told her later we can up
I called my youngin Conner bring an to her
He on taking her
Funny lil' nigga, but fuck it, that's how we
If it wifey than all the homies can play
Back to Keisha, she black but had them features
Five seven, most these niggas would plan to her
I got that drop my homie that knew her, he went to school with her
Said he used to be cool with her, but he ain't her though
Con' callin' me, I forgot to him the address
I'm going through some shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If Con' 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,
Strippers all over me, I throwing a penny
Got a text Keisha, "I'm in room 17C
I know your your homies now but later come and see me"
I'm rollied out, sky dweller, the light it right
I'm hearing niggas talking like, "That's East, that nigga nice"
Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack
Unless I want 'em harsher, please don't no one
I called my and told him take me to midtown
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 bitch about, something I gotta figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the blunted
Stumbling, just hennessey and rosé in my
Figure we and then order some room service
I knocked twice, she opened the 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 delirious, shit Eddie know
Henny taking over, we passed out, at 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 Fendi sneakers, the club ruined 'em
Something me wake up, I checked the bed
Nothin' but and cover, I had to shake my head
I checked me jeans, dollar gone, that's 15k
All my chains and my rollie
I put my shit on, looking for my phone, that shit was too
I'm ready to kill Keisha, what the 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 sleep I woke him up like "You ain't see bitch
Brown skin, thick, moving on some schemin' shit?"
He telling me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone
I cannot this shit, can't wait until I see this bitch
This for every nigga that be slippin' he think he rich
Keisha you a bitch, called shooter I'ma need the grip

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