Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole gang 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!
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, fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them things
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

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 take your cocaine they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they a plaque of it
Know we lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it

She got the bundles, worth a stack on it
That's to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, shout out to
You know I shine on 'em, I spray on 'em
word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the triple on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga greased on 'em, but ice on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I breeze on 'em
Might do it it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

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 thing things and them things
know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll

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

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them things
know my name 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, 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 hands up
Unless they ever do it, em fi recognize
On a dem fi fi real vibes
call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm fine
Who It's like we know she dyin'
ain't see the board in 2017
Had to drop on 'em like a guillotine
All these bitches on the jelly team
it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,