Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Lipstick

Yeah, yeah, we high 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 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 Baby Phat, J Lo, or straight
Her face belongs in a Luther video, 'Never Too
The way she smile, her face pretty, though

Hands is soft, feet, no
Her father owned six 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, what up, ya boy to the bedroom
the suitcase, I'm in the lead room

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

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, 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 on this, baby
Killa lipstick,

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

Flight attendants out of Delta Airline, get girls
the world, only 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 bars closed, now we at it

Drunk nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit, he's it
Nancy Drew, out her purse, the blue steel ratchet
Didn't even say, shit, she blasted, smoking
Shot the Henny out his for laughing
These are my bitches, and Jade
Natural born be letting they guns blaze, goddamn

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 you Killa 'cuz you slay me
Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking
Killa, drive me half crazy, go half on this, baby
Killa lipstick,

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 gangsta
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, 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 make healthy wise seeds
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 Blue for two, Long Beach
left the [Incomprehensible], for when I touch
Look 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 killing the game, 'cuz she the
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 on this, baby
lipstick, k-k-killa