Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that shit nigga 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, yeah uh la
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
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 sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the 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 your cocaine then they make a of it
If they grab gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, gon' put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, that's word to
word 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 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 nigga greased on 'em, but ice on 'em
I light on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my on 'em

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with 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 sing-sing
Ain't 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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

The this, them mowin' 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 y'all gun
Y'all bitches riders
Little Nicki's, little

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

Foxy one is me, young Chun
And me, I can up the place, I'm done
So tell 'em run, and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to guns
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 ain't see the board in
Had to Queen on 'em like a guillotine
All these bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,