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 gang shit
Haha, bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, go!
Yo!

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck 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 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 they your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never 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, that's to Bucktown
That's to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I spray 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 beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I breezed on 'em, I might 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, uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing things and them 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

Gimme bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them
All black Chloe straps, caliento skully to the
Fuck my ratchet at? make me dirty that
spit on my chest, back I never left
Went when I come '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 a back it up
'pon my foot dem, C's pon my licka
Pretty red boots, see box but I never see them chop
They say try I-I-I-I

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

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never a broke hoe, don't fuck 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 thing'll
Ain't talkin' 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, and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to guns
Put hands up
Unless they ever do it, em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi real
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss,
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 on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,