Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta gang
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We on that Coco shit nigga number 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
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them things and them things fling
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
word to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, out to uptown
You I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
word to southside, Jamaica, Queens 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, Wu-Tang 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 might on 'em
Might do it like Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats my steez on 'em

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them things
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

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

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and things fling
Niggas 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

Foxy plus one is me, Chun
And me, I can up the place, I'm done
So tell 'em run, come and bring a 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 dem fi fi real vibes
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss,
Got shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm fine
Who she? It's like we know she
ain't see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a
All these bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,