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 gang shit
Haha, every 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 coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in thing things and them things fling
Niggas 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

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 they take your then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they a plaque of it
Know we never 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 Brook' now, word to Bucktown
That's to Harlem World, shout 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, mad schemes on 'em
I scale 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 greased on 'em, but ice on 'em
I light on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
do it like it's 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
trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
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 thing'll

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

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

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 thing things and them things
know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't talkin' the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Foxy one is me, young 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 your up
Unless they ever do it, 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 fine
Who she? It's 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
it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,