Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Lipstick

Yeah, yeah, we gon' high to
(The crazy, son yeah, I know)
We gon' to this
(Just something 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 get enough 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 look pretty,

Hands is soft, feet, no
Her father owned six pallets in
out in New York, crush 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 and winked
Stood up, grabbed my hand, what up, ya boy to the bedroom
Popped the suitcase, I'm in the room

This chic was loaded, equipped, fifs
handles with horse back kicks, whispered
"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 killing the game, she the business
Type of chick that love you to death, leave no witness

Killa, I call you Killa 'cuz you 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 best friend Jade, from Rockland County
Double coke who love cartoons, type chicks who eat pussy
Listen to Prince and play with womb

Flight out of Delta Airline, get money girls
the world, only 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

nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit, he's past it
Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the blue ratchet
even say, shit, she blasted, barrel smoking
Shot the out his hand for laughing
are my bitches, Nancy and Jade
Natural born killas be letting they blaze, goddamn

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

Look she tired of the 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 view the embassy suites
Is off the shore, Dirty would've love you, mami
You like it raw? A tear drop, you slow

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

You could travel so far, look, book a flight to Mars
To expensive, one forty two
They take Jet for two, into 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, she the business
Type of chick that you to death, then leave no witness

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