Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Lipstick

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

My a killa, my girl's a killa
(You know, her bag was heavy)
We high to this
(Every I been around it)
(And and restaurants, I don't 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 Luther video, Too Much'
The way she smile, her look pretty, though

Hands is soft, feet, no
Her father owned six in palaces
Laying out in New York, crush villas in
designer 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, what up, ya boy to the bedroom
the suitcase, I'm in the lead room

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

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 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, me half crazy, let's go half on this, baby
Killa lipstick,

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

Flight attendants out of Delta Airline, get girls
Traveled the world, only one did time
Jade, her father's a judge, same in the OJ case
When he tried on the glove, but uh, in 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
even say, shit, she blasted, barrel smoking
Shot the Henny out his for laughing
These are my bitches, Nancy and
Natural born killas be they guns blaze, goddamn

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 that love you to death, 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, go half on this, baby
Killa lipstick,

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

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

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

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

Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, with the
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, then leave no

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