Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
quieren 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
Niggas 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, then they in the of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then they a snack of it
If they take your then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain 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 put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, worth a on it
That's word to Brook' now, word to Bucktown
That's to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I on 'em, I spray sheen 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, Wu-Tang 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 bitin' my steez on 'em

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
up in them thing things and them things fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

Gimme some bloodclaat
Brooklyn where the we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come 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 bitches me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a it up
Coco my foot dem, C's pon my licka
Pretty red boots, see them box but I see them chop
They say try I-I-I-I

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 quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't with po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
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' 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 bring a sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to young
Put your up
Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi
On a dem fi fi real vibes
They me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up,
Who me? I'm physically
Who It's like we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see the board in
Had to drop on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,