Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Lipstick

Yeah, yeah, we high to this
(The crazy, son yeah, I know)
We gon' high to
(Just something her)

My a killa, my girl's a killa
(You know, her bag was heavy)
We high to this
(Every time I around it)
(And and restaurants, I don't know)
Yeah, yo

Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from the way she
Was it Phat, J Lo, or straight Chanel
Her face belongs in a Luther video, Too Much'
The way she smile, her face look pretty,

Hands is soft, feet, no
Her father six pallets in palaces
out in New York, crush villas in Vegas
Greatest wear, son, she sport the latest

So I, pause the small talk, her a drink
Blew her a kiss, as I sat down, she smiled and
Stood up, grabbed my hand, what up, ya boy to the bedroom
the suitcase, I'm in the lead room

This chic was loaded, equipped, with
Porcelain handles with horse kicks, whispered
"You know what, Ghost, I do hits" but niggas get
By the sexiness, I'm a gritty bitch

Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, with the
A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit
She killing the game, she the business
of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness

Killa, I call you Killa 'cuz you me
Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a lady
Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this,
Killa lipstick,

Aiyo, this white chick from L.A., she Downy
Had her best friend named Jade, from Rockland
Double coke heads who cartoons, type chicks who eat pussy
Listen to Prince and with they womb

Flight attendants out of Delta Airline, get girls
Traveled the world, one did jail time
Jade, her father's a judge, same nigga in the OJ
When he on the glove, but uh, in this scenario, four AM
The bars closed, now we at it

Drunk nigga, out I'm popping mad shit, he's past it
Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the blue steel
Didn't say, shit, she blasted, barrel smoking
Shot the Henny out his for laughing
These are my bitches, and Jade
Natural born be letting they guns blaze, goddamn

Killa lipstick, my fatale, with the biscuits
A hit chick, now I'm one on her hit list
She the game, 'cuz she the business
Type of chick that love you to death, then no witness

Killa, I call you 'cuz you slay me
Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you a fucking lady
Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go on this, baby
Killa lipstick,

Look she of the same old basic, let's face it
This is how she to be laced, I'm raping it
Anywhere, I'm it, she loving how the gangsta flex
This is thug sex, ikeing it, nasty

As she liking it, spanking it, she biting the
She's a freak, my from the embassy suites
Is off the beach shore, Dirty would've love you,
You it raw? A tear drop, fucking you slow

I see your knock, your love is so sweet
If I switch beats and hit you angles, you might breathe
You know the girl make healthy wise seeds
You, plus a of weed, is all he need

You could travel so far, look, maybe book a flight to
To expensive, barely one two
They take Jet for two, into Long Beach
Rain left the [Incomprehensible], for when I
Look nice up in the stash, hit a Dutch

Killa lipstick, my fatale, with the biscuits
A hit chick, now I'm one on her hit list
She the game, 'cuz she the business
Type of chick love you to death, then leave no witness

Killa, I call you Killa 'cuz you me
Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you a fucking lady
Killa, drive me half crazy, go half on this, baby
Killa lipstick,