Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Lipstick

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

My girl's a killa, my 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 get enough from the way she smell
Was it Baby Phat, J Lo, or straight
Her belongs in a Luther video, 'Never Too Much'
The way she smile, her look 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, the small talk, made her a drink
Blew her a kiss, as I sat down, she and winked
Stood up, grabbed my hand, up, slid ya boy to the bedroom
Popped the suitcase, I'm in the room

chic was loaded, equipped, with fifs
Porcelain handles with horse back kicks,
"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 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 'cuz you slay me
Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a lady
Killa, me half crazy, let's go half on this, baby
Killa lipstick,

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

Flight attendants out of Delta Airline, get money
the world, only one did jail time
Jade, her father's a judge, nigga 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, come out I'm popping mad shit, he's it
Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the blue steel
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 they guns blaze,

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

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

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 it, she loving how the gangsta flex
This is sex, ikeing it, nasty talk

As she liking it, spanking it, she the sheets
She's a freak, my view from the embassy
Is off the beach shore, Dirty would've 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 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
take Jet Blue 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 killing the game, 'cuz she the
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 fucking
Killa, drive me half crazy, go half on this, baby
Killa lipstick,