Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them things and them things fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't 'bout 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, then they a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they a crack of it
If they your gold chain then they 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 word to Brook' now, word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, out to uptown
You I shine 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, Wu-Tang 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 copycats my steez on 'em

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 Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and things fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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

The bloodclaat this, them 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 gun fingers
Y'all bitches riders
Nicki's, little Inga

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

plus one is me, young Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm
So tell 'em run, and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, to young guns
Put your up
Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi
On a dem fi fi real vibes
call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically
Who she? like we know she dyin'
Bitch see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the team
Keepin' it a hundred, a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,