Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on Coco shit nigga number one, uh
Whole lotta gang
Haha, bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, go!
Yo!

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them things and them things fling
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't talkin' the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then make a snack of it
If they take cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, gon' put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, that's word to
word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I spray on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, on 'em
I'm mad on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang on 'em
I up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga greased on 'em, but ice on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I breeze on 'em
Might do it like Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my on 'em

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't with po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and things fling
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder rasclats
All Chloe straps, caliento skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty
on my chest, back like I never left
Went down when I come 'round, all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini,
Valentino bling thong, all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come it up, bad gyal a back it up
'pon my foot dem, C's pon my licka
Pretty red boots, see them box but I never see chop
They say try I-I-I-I

The this, them mowin' up my day
Them in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
On my clip, blue chip get in bright eyes
Gun slingers, let me see gun fingers
Y'all dick riders
Nicki's, little Inga

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them fling
know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

plus one is me, young Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm
So tell 'em run, come and a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to young
Put hands up
Unless they ever do it, em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi real
call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically
Who she? like we know she dyin'
ain't see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a
All jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,