Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Lipstick

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

My girl's a killa, my 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 from the way she smell
Was it Baby Phat, J Lo, or straight
Her face belongs in a Luther video, 'Never Too
The way she smile, her face pretty, though

Hands is soft, feet, no
Her father six pallets in palaces
out in New York, crush villas 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 smiled and
Stood up, grabbed my hand, what up, slid ya boy to the
Popped the suitcase, I'm in the lead

This chic was loaded, equipped, fifs
Porcelain handles with back 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, 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, 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, go half on this, baby
Killa lipstick,

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

Flight attendants out of Delta Airline, get girls
Traveled the world, only one did jail
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, come out I'm mad shit, he's past it
Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the blue ratchet
Didn't even say, shit, she blasted, barrel
Shot the out his hand for laughing
These are my bitches, and Jade
Natural 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, she the business
of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness

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

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

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

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

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

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
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 a fucking lady
Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go on this, baby
lipstick, k-k-killa