Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and things fling
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, they in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then make a crack of it
If they grab your chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, gon' 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 to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I spray on 'em
word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad on 'em
I scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, creams on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' "Dreams" on 'em
A greased 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 a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck 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
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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

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

He got me like a coco, 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 thing things and 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 thing'll

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, word to young
Put hands up
Unless ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi vibes
call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically
Who she? like we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see the board in
Had to Queen on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous on the jelly team
it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,