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
lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you 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 with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing and them things 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, they 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
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, worth a on it
That's word to now, that's word to Bucktown
word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, creams 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 it's Christmas and light 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 fuck po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
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' 'bout the singer, the thing'll

Gimme bloodclaat gunshots
where the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All black straps, caliento skully to the back
Fuck my at? Come make 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 duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad a back it up
Coco 'pon my dem, C's pon my licka
red boots, see them box but I never see them chop
They say want try

The bloodclaat this, 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 y'all gun
Y'all dick riders
Little Nicki's, Inga

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

plus 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 us or break us, word to young guns
Put hands up
Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi
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 she? It's we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see the board in
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a
All these jealous bitches on the team
Keepin' it a hundred, a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,