Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
uno, me llama 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 thing'll
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 they a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they make a of it
If they your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they put the whack on it

She got the bundles, worth a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, that's to Bucktown
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 Queens on 'em, 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 greased on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my on 'em

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
Numero uno, me llama
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 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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

The bloodclaat this, them up my day
Them in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
On my clip, blue chip get hooked in eyes
Gun slingers, let me see gun fingers
bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, Inga

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

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