Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole gang shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that Coco shit nigga one, uh
Whole 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
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing things and them things
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

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

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
That's word to now, that's word to Bucktown
That's to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I 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 up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga greased on 'em, but ice on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I might on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and trees on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them 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 thing'll

Gimme some gunshots
Brooklyn where the we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento skully to the
my ratchet at? Come make me dirty that
spit on my chest, back like I never
Went down when I 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, 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
Pretty red boots, see them box but I never see chop
say want try I-I-I-I

The this, them mowin' up my day
Them in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
On my clip, blue chip get hooked in eyes
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun
Y'all 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
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them fling
know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll

plus 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 break us, word to guns
Put your up
they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi real
call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up,
Who me? I'm physically
Who she? It's we know she dyin'
Bitch see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em a guillotine
All jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,