Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Lipstick

Yeah, yeah, we gon' to this
(The crazy, son yeah, I know)
We gon' to this
(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 Phat, J Lo, or straight Chanel
Her face belongs in a video, 'Never Too Much'
The way she smile, her look pretty, though

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

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

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

Killa lipstick, my 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 love you to death, then leave no witness

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

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

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

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

Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, with the
A hit chick, now I'm one on her hit list
She the game, 'cuz she the business
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 fucking
Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this,
Killa lipstick,

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

As she liking it, spanking it, she the sheets
a freak, my view 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 angles, you might breathe
You know the girl make healthy wise seeds
You, plus a of weed, is all he need

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

Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, with the
A hit chick, now I'm one on her hit list
She the game, 'cuz 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, let's go half on this,
Killa lipstick,