Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand dollar jeans with a more stacks in 'em
nigga on this jet with me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I to trap with 'em
I got real Hollywood fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we ain't fuckin' with you rat
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we just at
Back where the Sun never
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 and Manolo
And we out Dubai at the show
dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation Loso
And my situation an off
And I her head like she ocho cinco
Draggin' my like I'm loco
You mad at me, but she chose
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do rose
'Cause I'm in the field just Rose but sellin' them Os though

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

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

Ridin' through the city a check on me
Ridin' through the hood a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't try to cuddle
So explain why mothafuckas slept on me
Eight ball I reach me a kilo
Made enough I went to see Rico
in full, if you actin' like Rico
I'ma tie him up, tape his ass like
Hundred round in the mothafuckin' TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass flex
school, got off on a nigga with the whopper
12K for my pistol in a fuckin'
One hit wonder, yeah a fact
Hit his ass 'til the wonder where I'm at
Made so much money off this song
Still get in your ass like a goddamn
Coco Puffs, yeah for the kids
Stop act like you don't know what it is
Bakin' ain't cut me no check
If they don't, I'ma show mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is
Everybody I'm in love with the coke
My ex bitch took a nigga for a joke
If a nigga got a then he gon' get smoked
I'ma squeeze and I'm out I parked too close

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

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

I say I run my like Puffy, bitch
Units in the
They like, "Why the he never got indicted?"
I I'm lucky, bitch
I playin' 'bout this nine
I shoot this bitch up like I'm Shyne
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct tape black, that's that ocho
What if I told you bicycle with a
And got 'em in the air bag of the
God in the kitchen, they call that boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up then that's that Bruce
And if tires losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If the case, you gotta whip it slow mo

I got boxes everywhere
Business Arm & everywhere
Dropped a 9, got a half,
We gon' need bigger bags, nigga

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