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

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

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, they in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a of it
If they take your cocaine then they a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, gon' put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, worth a on it
That's word to Brook' now, that's to Bucktown
word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I sheen on 'em
That's to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, mad schemes on 'em
I never back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang on 'em
I pull up on the block Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga greased on 'em, but ice on 'em
I light on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my on 'em

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing and them things fling
know 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 bloodclaat
where the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come me dirty that
spit on my chest, back like I never
Went down when I come 'round, all y'all bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini,
Valentino thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, fuck 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 never see chop
They say try I-I-I-I

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a 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 sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll

Foxy plus one is me, young
And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm
So tell 'em run, and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to young
Put your up
Unless they ever do it, em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi vibes
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss,
Got real shooters, better D up,
Who me? I'm fine
Who she? It's like we she dyin'
Bitch see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em a guillotine
All these bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,