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 lotta shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you 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
Pull up in thing things and them things 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

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 they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold then they make a plaque of it
Know we never on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the on it

She got the Nicki bundles, worth a 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 sheen on 'em
That's to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad on 'em
I never 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 breezed on 'em, I might on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and light on 'em
I see the copycats 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 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 thing'll
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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

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 bitches dick
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
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in thing things 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 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 us or break us, word to young guns
Put your up
they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi vibes
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss,
Got shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically
Who she? It's like we know she
Bitch ain't see the 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,