Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred stacks in 'em
Every nigga on this jet me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I to trap with 'em
I got Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we ain't fuckin' you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we at niggas
where the Sun never shines
They let Milly back home just in time
at their faces, now I got the paper
Now don't remember when I had to grind
She fell in love the CoCo
She got on Chanel and
And we out Dubai at the boat
Rollin' on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation Loso
And my situation an off
And I give her like she ocho cinco
my mink like I'm loco
You mad at me, but she though
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do rose
I'm in the field just like Rose but sellin' them Os though

(What you it with?)
Bakin' soda, I got soda
(Who you with?)
It's the Chasers and takin' over
(How you that shit?)
Whip it through the glass,
Buy a bottles and put 'em on my tab, nigga

I'm in love with the
I'm in love the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love the coco

Ridin' the city with a check on me
Ridin' through the with a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't ever try to
So why these mothafuckas slept on me
Eight ball I reach me a kilo
enough then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you like Rico
I'ma tie him up, tape his ass Maaco
Hundred clip in the mothafuckin' TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 his ass wanna flex
High school, got off on a with the whopper
12K for my in a fuckin' dishwasher
One hit wonder, yeah that's a
Hit his ass 'til the police where I'm at
Made so money off this goddamn song
Still get in your ass like a thong
Coco Puffs, yeah that's for the
Stop tryna act like you don't what it is
Bakin' soda ain't cut me no
If they don't, I'ma show them mothafuckas an arm and hammer is
know I'm in love with the coke
My ex took a young nigga for a joke
If a got a problem then he gon' get smoked
I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I parked too

Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
Bakin' soda, I got soda
Whip it the glass, nigga
I'm blowin' money fast,

I'm in love the coco
I'm in love the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in with the coco

I say I run my town like Puffy,
Units in the
like, "Why the fuck he never got indicted?"
I I'm lucky, bitch
I ain't playin' 'bout this
I will shoot this bitch up I'm Shyne
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct tape triple black, that's ocho
What if I you bicycle with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they that boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up then that's that Bruce
And if them tires pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you whip it slow mo

I got yellow everywhere
Arm & Hammer everywhere
Dropped a 9, got a half,
We gon' need some bigger bags,

I'm in love with the
I'm in with the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love the coco