Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta gang
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We on that Coco 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, uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
up in them thing things and them things fling
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 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, then make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they make a of it
If grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
we never lack on it, run up with 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 word to Harlem World, shout out to
You know I shine on 'em, I spray on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, 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, creams on 'em
I pull up on the block Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and light on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing things and them 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

Gimme some gunshots
Brooklyn the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them
All black Chloe straps, caliento to the back
Fuck my at? Come make me dirty that
spit on my chest, like I never left
Went down when I 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a it up
'pon my foot dem, C's pon my licka
Pretty red boots, see box but I never see them chop
They say want try

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing things and them things
know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll

Foxy plus one is me, 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, to young guns
Put hands up
Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi
On a cartel dem fi fi vibes
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss,
Got real shooters, better D up,
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 these bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,