Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Lipstick

Yeah, yeah, we gon' to this
(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 diners and restaurants, I know)
Yeah, yo

Aiyo, I couldn't get from the way she smell
Was it Phat, J Lo, or straight Chanel
Her face belongs in a video, 'Never Too Much'
The way she smile, her face look pretty,

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

chic was loaded, equipped, with fifs
Porcelain handles with horse kicks, whispered
"You what, Ghost, I do hits" but niggas get fooled
By the sexiness, I'm a gritty bitch

Killa lipstick, my fatale, with the biscuits
A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit
She killing the game, 'cuz she the
Type of chick 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, let's go on this, baby
lipstick, k-k-killa

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

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

Drunk nigga, out I'm popping mad shit, he's past it
Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the steel ratchet
Didn't even say, shit, she blasted, barrel
Shot the Henny out his for laughing
These are my bitches, Nancy and
Natural born killas be letting 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
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,
lipstick, k-k-killa

Look she tired of the same old basic, face 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, it, nasty talk

As she liking it, it, she biting the sheets
She's a freak, my from the embassy suites
Is off the shore, Dirty would've love 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 might
You know the girl body make healthy wise
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 Blue for two, into Long
left the [Incomprehensible], for when I touch
Look nice up in the stash, hit a Dutch

lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits
A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit
She killing the game, she the business
Type of chick love you to death, then 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,