Luyện nghe bài hát Keisha

I cannot it
I believe it
Real though
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She from Jamaica, Queens, only came to Harlem to
Her mother got a divorce and her father a cop
I learned this 10 minutes in the conversation
I'm I don't even know you, why that information?
My head was racin', I'm pacin' and forth
Asked her for her number, her name Keisha, to meet ya
She said she never fucked with nobody Harlem
got homies from south side, I figured I would call them
I found locations and where she grew up
Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, he blew up
She used to play with credit cards and line niggas at night
Fucked a couple niggas but left 'em cause she ain't love
I was in Flight Club, Keisha text me like "What you doing?"
"I scuffed up my retro's, I'm bout to cop new ones"
She said she at the Mandarin in Columbus circle
She got sour but she wanted purple
I her later we can link up
I called my Conner bring an eighth to her
He on taking her
Funny nigga, but fuck it, that's how we raised
If it wifey than all the homies can play
Back to Keisha, she but had them Spanish features
Five seven, most these niggas plan to keep her
I got that drop from my homie that knew her, he to school with her
Said he used to be cool with her, but he ain't fuck her
Con' callin' me, I forgot to him the address
I'm through some other shit, honestly got me mad stressed
If delivered that, we 'bout to meet
I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it's
Now it's rosé, henny, rosé,
Strippers all me, I ain't throwing a penny
Got a text from Keisha, "I'm in 17C
I know your your homies now but later come and see me"
I'm rollied out, sky dweller, the light hittin' it
I'm hearing niggas talking like, "That's Dave East, nigga nice"
Wayno told me 30 minutes, line, backwoods I pack mine
I want 'em harsher, please don't no one bother
I called my driver and told him me to midtown
Had to stop for condoms raw ain't the way I get down
He dropped me off, I told him "Park it and don't yet
Let me see what this about, something I gotta figure out"
I'm in the 'tele, I hit the blunted
Stumbling, just hennessey and in my stomach
Figure we fuckin' and then order some room
I knocked twice, she the door but so nervous
I was buggin, I was drunk, she was ready though
Came up out of everything, R. Kelly on the
Slim waist, Hershey skin, ass heavy though
On everything, I fucked this delirious, shit Eddie know
taking over, we passed out, at least I did
15,000 in my balmain's, I'm
I put my rollie in the dresser with four chains
My id and my bank cards, iPhone 6 to make
Condom box of 3-pack, I used two of
Brand new Fendi sneakers, the club just 'em
Something me wake up, I checked the bed
but pillows and cover, I had to shake my head
I checked me jeans, dollar gone, that's 15k
All my chains and my rollie
I put my shit on, for my phone, that shit was gone too
I'm ready to kill Keisha, what the I'm gon' do?
I told myself I wasn't drinking, why the I get bent?
And how the fuck I get
I ran out, my driver sleep I woke him up like "You ain't see bitch
Brown skin, thick, moving on some schemin' shit?"
He me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call
I believe this shit, can't wait until I see this bitch
This for every nigga that be slippin' cause he he rich
you a sneaky bitch, called shooter I'ma need the grip

I cannot believe bitch robbed me
I believe it
I cannot it
I cannot this bitch robbed me
If I catch her I ain't tryna hear I'm
I believe this bitch robbed me
I cannot it
I believe it
I cannot believe this bitch me
If I catch her I ain't hear I'm sorry
I cannot believe this bitch me
I believe it
I believe it