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
Whole lotta shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, go!
Yo!

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 them thing things and them 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 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 they grab your gold chain then they a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up 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, word to Bucktown
That's to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I sheen on 'em
That's to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad on 'em, with 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 bumpin' "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga greased on 'em, but ice on 'em
I breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats my steez on 'em

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them 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 bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, murder them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, skully to the back
Fuck my at? Come make me dirty that
spit on my chest, back like I left
Went down I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco 'pon my dem, C's pon my licka
Pretty red boots, see them box but I never see them
They say want try

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
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

Foxy plus one is me, Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm
So tell 'em run, come and a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to guns
Put your up
they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a dem fi fi real vibes
call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, D up, guys
Who me? I'm fine
Who It's like we know she dyin'
Bitch see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em a guillotine
All jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,