Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Lipstick

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

My a killa, my girl's 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 couldn't get enough the way she smell
Was it Baby Phat, J Lo, or straight
Her face in a Luther video, 'Never Too Much'
The way she smile, her face look pretty,

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

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

This chic was loaded, equipped, with
Porcelain handles with horse kicks, whispered
"You know what, Ghost, I do hits" but get fooled
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 the game, 'cuz she the business
Type of that love you to death, then leave 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
lipstick, k-k-killa

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

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

Drunk nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit, he's it
Nancy Drew, out her purse, the blue steel ratchet
Didn't even say, shit, she blasted, barrel
Shot the Henny out his hand for
These are my bitches, and Jade
born killas 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 killing the game, 'cuz she the
Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no

Killa, I call you 'cuz you slay me
Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a lady
Killa, drive me half crazy, go half 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, it, nasty talk

As she liking it, it, she biting the sheets
a freak, my view from the embassy suites
Is off the beach shore, Dirty would've you, mami
You like it raw? A tear drop, fucking you

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

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

lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits
A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit
She the game, 'cuz 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, go half on this, baby
Killa lipstick,