Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck 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' 'bout the singer, the thing'll

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, they in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, they make a snack of it
If they your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold then they make a plaque of it
Know we never on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, gon' put the whack on it

She got the bundles, worth a stack on it
That's to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
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 triple on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, creams on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' "Dreams" on 'em
A greased on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I breeze on 'em
Might do it 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 Yoko
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 talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

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

The bloodclaat this, mowin' up my day
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh
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 like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck 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
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 make us or us, word to young guns
Put hands up
Unless they do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi real
They me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically
Who It's like we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see the board in
Had to Queen on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the jelly
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,