Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta gang
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on Coco shit nigga number one, uh
lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
for my stomach, let's go!
Yo!

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
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
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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

She got the bundles, worth a stack on it
That's word to now, that's word to Bucktown
word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I sheen on 'em
word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the triple on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' "Dreams" on 'em
A greased on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and trees on 'em
I see the copycats my steez on 'em

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck po-po
uno, me llama 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
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Gimme some bloodclaat
where the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them
All black Chloe straps, caliento to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me that
spit on my chest, like I never left
Went down when I come 'round, all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me,
Nick, come 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
They say want try

The this, them mowin' up my day
Them bitches in them Louis thigh highs
On my clip, blue get hooked in bright eyes
Gun slingers, let me see gun fingers
Y'all dick riders
Little Nicki's, Inga

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in thing 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' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

Foxy plus one is me, young
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 break us, word to young
Put hands up
Unless they 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, D up, guys
Who me? I'm fine
Who she? It's like we know she
Bitch see the board in 2017
Had to drop on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous on the jelly team
it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,