Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We on that Coco shit 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
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing things and them fling
Niggas 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 in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then make a snack of it
If take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they make a of it
Know we never lack on it, run up the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the on it

She got the bundles, worth a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, that's word to
That's word to Harlem World, shout out to
You know I on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad on 'em
I never scale back, the beams on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I breeze on 'em
Might do it like Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in 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

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

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing 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 up the place, I'm done
So tell 'em run, come and a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't us or break us, word to young guns
Put hands up
Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi
On a cartel dem fi fi real
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up,
Who me? I'm physically
Who she? It's we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see the in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a
All these bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,