Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole gang shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that Coco shit number one, uh
Whole lotta 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
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
up in them thing things and them things fling
Niggas 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 tell 'em eat food, then make a snack of it
If they your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they make a of it
we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, that's word to
That's word to World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I spray on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, on 'em
I'm mad on 'em, with mad schemes 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 nigga greased on 'em, but ice 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 bitin' my steez on 'em

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them things and them things fling
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't talkin' the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All black straps, caliento skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? make me dirty that
spit on my chest, like I never left
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 duck me, fuck
Nick, come it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem, C's pon my
Pretty red boots, see them box but I never see chop
They say try I-I-I-I

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

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
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 talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

Foxy one is me, young Chun
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 guns
Put hands up
Unless ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a dem fi fi real vibes
call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically
Who It's like we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see the in 2017
Had to Queen on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the team
Keepin' it a hundred, a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,