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 girl's a killa, my girl's a
(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 belongs in a Luther video, 'Never Too Much'
The way she smile, her face pretty, though

is soft, feet, no calluses
Her owned six pallets in palaces
Laying out in New York, crush in Vegas
Greatest wear, son, she sport the latest

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

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

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 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, me half crazy, let's go half on this, baby
lipstick, k-k-killa

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

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

Drunk nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit, 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, and Jade
Natural killas be letting they guns blaze, goddamn

lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits
A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit
She killing the game, 'cuz she the
of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness

Killa, I you Killa '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

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

As she it, spanking it, she biting the sheets
She's a freak, my view from the embassy
Is off the beach shore, Dirty would've love you,
You it raw? A tear drop, fucking you slow

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

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

Killa lipstick, my fatale, with the biscuits
A hit chick, now I'm one on her hit list
She the game, 'cuz she the business
Type of that love you to death, then leave no witness

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