Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Lipstick

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

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

Aiyo, I get enough from the way she smell
Was it Baby Phat, J Lo, or Chanel
Her face belongs in a Luther video, 'Never Too
The way she smile, her face pretty, though

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

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

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

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, leave no witness

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

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

Flight attendants out of Airline, get money girls
Traveled the world, only one did 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 bars closed, now we at it

nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit, he's past it
Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the blue ratchet
even say, shit, she blasted, barrel smoking
Shot the Henny out his for laughing
are my bitches, Nancy and Jade
Natural born killas be letting guns blaze, goddamn

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
Type of chick that love you to death, then no witness

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

Look she tired of the old basic, let's face it
This is how she wants to be laced, I'm it
Anywhere, I'm taking it, she loving how the gangsta
This is sex, ikeing it, nasty talk

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

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

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

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 no witness

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