Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Lipstick

Yeah, yeah, we gon' high to
(The crazy, son yeah, I know)
We high to this
(Just about 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 get enough from the way she smell
Was it Baby Phat, J Lo, or straight
Her belongs in a Luther video, 'Never Too Much'
The way she smile, her face pretty, though

Hands is soft, feet, no
Her father owned six pallets in
Laying out in New York, crush villas in
designer wear, son, she sport the latest

So I, pause the 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
Popped the suitcase, I'm in the room

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

Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, 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 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

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

Flight out of Delta Airline, get money girls
Traveled the world, one did jail time
Jade, her a judge, same nigga in the OJ case
When he tried on the glove, but uh, in this scenario, AM
The closed, now we at it again

Drunk nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit, past it
Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the steel ratchet
even say, shit, she blasted, barrel smoking
Shot the Henny out his for laughing
These are my bitches, and Jade
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, she the business
of chick that 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 crazy, let's go half on this, baby
Killa lipstick,

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

As she it, spanking 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, your love is so
If I beats 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, 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 something up in the stash, hit a Dutch

Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, the biscuits
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, then no witness

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