Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
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 talkin' the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, they in the back of it
If I 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then make a plaque of it
Know we 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 bundles, worth a stack on it
word 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
word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, mad schemes on 'em
I scale back, the triple 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 light breezed on 'em, I 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
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
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 talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

Gimme some gunshots
Brooklyn where the we at?
Flatbush,
That's my to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? make me dirty that
spit on my chest, back I never left
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 me, fuck
Nick, fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem, C's pon my
Pretty red boots, see box but I never see them chop
They say want try

The bloodclaat this, them up my day
Them bitches in them Louis thigh highs
On my clip, blue chip get in bright 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
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing 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

Foxy plus one is me, Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm
So tell 'em run, come and bring a sum
Ayo Fox, don't make us or break us, word 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 miss, bitch
Got shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically
Who she? It's we know she dyin'
ain't see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,