Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole gang shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on Coco shit nigga number one, uh
lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, go!
Yo!

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
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 talkin' 'bout the singer, the 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 then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then 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 to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to World, shout out to uptown
You know I on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I breeze on 'em
Might do it like Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them fling
Niggas know my 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,
my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All Chloe straps, caliento skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come 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
bling thong, all y'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 them box but I never see them
They say try I-I-I-I

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 y'all gun
Y'all dick riders
Little Nicki's, little

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
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 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

Foxy plus one is me, Chun
And me, I can up the place, I'm done
So tell 'em run, come and bring a sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, to young guns
Put your up
Unless they do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a dem fi fi real vibes
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss,
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 jealous on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,