Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Lipstick

Yeah, yeah, we gon' 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 time I around 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 Chanel
Her face belongs in a Luther video, 'Never Too
The way she smile, her look pretty, though

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

So I, pause the talk, made 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 was loaded, equipped, with fifs
handles with horse back kicks, whispered
"You know what, Ghost, I do hits" but niggas get
By the sexiness, I'm a real bitch

Killa lipstick, my fatale, with the biscuits
A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit
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, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this,
lipstick, k-k-killa

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

Flight attendants out of Airline, get money girls
Traveled the world, only one did time
Jade, her father's a judge, same nigga in the OJ
When he 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 steel
Didn't even say, shit, she blasted, barrel
Shot the Henny out his hand for
These are my bitches, Nancy and
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, 'cuz she the
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 lady
Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go on this, baby
lipstick, k-k-killa

Look she tired of the same old basic, let's it
is how she wants to be laced, I'm raping 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 biting the
a freak, my view from the embassy suites
Is off the beach shore, Dirty love you, mami
You like it raw? A tear drop, fucking you

I see knees knock, your love is so sweet
If I switch and hit you from angles, you might breathe
You know the girl body make 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
They take Jet Blue for two, into 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
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 half crazy, go half on this, baby
lipstick, k-k-killa