Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha [Explicit]

I cannot it
I believe it
Real life
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I cannot it
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She Jamaica, Queens, only came 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 even you, why that information?
My head was racin', I'm pacin' back and
her for her number, her name Keisha, nice to meet ya
She said she never fucked with nobody from
I've got homies from south side, I figured I call them
I found locations and where she grew up
Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, he blew up
She used to play with credit cards and niggas at night clubs
Fucked a niggas but left 'em cause she ain't like love
I was down in Flight Club, Keisha me like "What you doing?"
"I scuffed up my retro's, I'm bout to cop new ones"
She said she at the Mandarin in Columbus circle
She got some sour but she purple
I told her we can link up
I called my youngin Conner bring an to her
He on taking her
lil' nigga, but fuck it, that's how we raised
If it ain't wifey all the homies can play
Back to Keisha, she black but had them Spanish
Five seven, most these niggas would to keep her
I got that from 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 some other shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If delivered that, we 'bout to meet
I gotta a club tonight, Keisha if she up I hit her when it's over
Now rosé, henny, rosé, henny
Strippers all over me, I ain't throwing a
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 light hittin' it
I'm hearing niggas talking like, "That's Dave East, that nice"
Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, I pack mine
Unless I 'em harsher, please don't no one bother
I my driver and told him take me to midtown
Had to stop for 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 bitch about, I gotta figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the elevator
Stumbling, hennessey and rosé in my stomach
Figure we fuckin' and then order room service
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. Kelly on the
waist, Hershey chocolate skin, ass heavy though
On everything, I fucked this bitch delirious, shit Eddie
Henny 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 bank cards, iPhone 6 to make
Condom box of 3-pack, I used two of
Brand new Fendi sneakers, the just ruined 'em
Something told me wake up, I the bed
Nothin' but pillows and cover, I had to 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, that shit was too
I'm ready to kill Keisha, the fuck I'm gon' do?
I told myself I wasn't drinking, why the I get bent?
And how the I get robbed?
I ran out, my driver sleep I woke him up like "You ain't see that
Brown skin, thick, moving on some schemin' shit?"
He telling me he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
I cannot this shit, can't wait 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 cannot believe bitch robbed me
I believe it
I believe it
I believe this bitch robbed me
If I catch her I tryna hear I'm sorry
I cannot believe this bitch me
I cannot it
I cannot it
I cannot believe this bitch me
If I catch her I tryna hear I'm sorry
I believe this bitch robbed me
I cannot it
I cannot it