Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the 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 chain they make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up the MAC on it
Put a racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never a broke hoe, don't 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 thing'll
Ain't talkin' the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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

The bloodclaat this, mowin' up my day
Them bitches in them bum-ass thigh highs
On my clip, blue chip get in bright eyes
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun
bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing things and them things
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

Foxy plus one is me, Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm
So 'em run, come and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, don't make us or break us, word to young guns
Put your up
they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi vibes
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 like we she dyin'
ain't see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a
All these jealous bitches on the team
Keepin' it a hundred, a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,