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
Whole gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
for my stomach, let's go!
Yo!

He got me a coco, yeah 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 them thing things and things fling
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

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then in the back of it
If I 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine they make a crack of it
If they your gold 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, 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 Harlem World, out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I sheen on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad on 'em
I scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I up on the block bumpin' Biggie "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 it's and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats my steez on 'em

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in thing things and them things fling
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

some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me that
spit on my chest, back like I never
Went down when I come 'round, all bitches bow down
King fox, Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come it up, bad gyal 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 bloodclaat this, them up my day
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis highs
On my clip, blue chip get hooked in eyes
Gun slingers, let me see gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick
Nicki's, little Inga

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
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' 'bout the singer, the thing'll

Foxy plus one is me, young
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 us, word to young guns
Put your up
Unless they do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi real
They me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically
Who she? like we know she dyin'
ain't see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a
All these bitches on the jelly team
it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,