Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
up in them thing things and them things fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't 'bout 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 your cocaine they make a crack of it
If they grab gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, worth a on it
That's word to Brook' now, word to Bucktown
That's word to World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I sheen on 'em
word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad on 'em
I never back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and trees on 'em
I see the copycats my steez on 'em

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
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 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Gimme some bloodclaat
Brooklyn where the we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them
All Chloe straps, caliento skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? make me dirty that
spit on my chest, back I never left
Went down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow
King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini,
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad 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 bloodclaat this, them up my day
Them bitches in them bum-ass thigh highs
On my clip, blue chip get hooked in eyes
Gun slingers, let me see gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick
Little Nicki's, Inga

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them things and them things fling
know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Foxy plus one is me, 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 us or break us, word to young guns
Put your up
Unless they ever do it, em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi vibes
They me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, D up, guys
Who me? I'm fine
Who she? It's like we know she
Bitch see the board in 2017
Had to Queen on 'em like a guillotine
All jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,