Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Lipstick

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

My a killa, my girl's a killa
(You know, her bag was heavy)
We gon' to this
(Every time I been it)
(And diners and restaurants, I know)
Yeah, yo

Aiyo, I couldn't get from the way she smell
Was it Phat, J Lo, or straight Chanel
Her face belongs in a video, 'Never Too Much'
The way she smile, her look pretty, though

is soft, feet, no calluses
Her father owned six in palaces
Laying out in New York, crush in Vegas
Greatest designer wear, son, she sport the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Look she tired of the same old basic, face it
is how she wants to be laced, I'm raping it
Anywhere, I'm taking it, she how the gangsta flex
This is thug sex, it, nasty talk

As she it, spanking it, she biting the sheets
She's a freak, my view from the embassy
Is off the beach shore, Dirty love you, mami
You like it raw? A tear drop, fucking you

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

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

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

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