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, bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
for my stomach, let's go!
Yo!

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
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 '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, they make a snack of it
If take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then make a plaque of it
we never lack on it, run up with 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
That's word to World, shout out to uptown
You know I on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the triple on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang on 'em
I pull up on the bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and light on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my on 'em

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas 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 things
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
where the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All black straps, caliento skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty
spit on my chest, back like I left
Went down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow
King fox, King Kong, on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a it up
Coco 'pon my dem, C's pon my licka
Pretty red boots, see box but I never see them chop
They say try I-I-I-I

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

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 thing things and things fling
know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

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