Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that shit nigga number one, uh
Whole lotta shit
Haha, bitch 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
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 sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a 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 gon' put the on it

She got the Nicki bundles, worth a on it
That's to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
word to Harlem 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 on 'em, with mad schemes 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 light breezed on 'em, I breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's and light trees on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
uno, me llama 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 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento skully to the
Fuck my at? Come make me dirty that
spit on my chest, back like I left
Went when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me,
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem, C's pon my
red boots, see them 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, blue get hooked in bright eyes
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun
Y'all bitches dick
Little Nicki's, little

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

Foxy one is me, young 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 make us or us, word to young guns
Put your up
Unless they ever do it, em fi recognize
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 like we she dyin'
ain't 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,