Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

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

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then in the back of it
If I 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If take your cocaine then they make 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, they put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, worth a on it
That's to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, shout out to
You know I on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, creams on 'em
I pull up on the bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I might on 'em
do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

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

some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the we at?
Flatbush,
my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All Chloe straps, caliento skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty
spit on my chest, like I never left
Went down I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini,
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches 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 chop
They say try I-I-I-I

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't with po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them things
Niggas 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

plus one is me, young Chun
And me, I can up the place, I'm done
So 'em run, come and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to guns
Put hands up
they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a dem fi fi real vibes
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss,
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 jelly
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,