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
Whole lotta gang
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 fuck 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 thing'll

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 your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold then they make a plaque of it
we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple on it, they gon' 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 word to 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 on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang on 'em
I up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats 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
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them things and them things fling
know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma them rasclats
All black straps, caliento skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? make me dirty that
spit on my chest, back like I never
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
'pon my foot 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 bloodclaat this, mowin' up my day
Them in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
On my clip, blue chip get hooked in eyes
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun
Y'all dick riders
Little Nicki's, little

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

Foxy plus one is me, young
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, to young guns
Put your up
Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi
On a cartel dem fi fi real
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss,
Got shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically
Who she? It's like we know she
Bitch ain't see the board in
Had to drop on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the jelly
Keepin' it a hundred, a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,