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 used to with 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap
And we fuckin' with you rat niggas
they talkin' on Twitter we just at niggas
Back the Sun never shines
They let Meek back home just in time
at their faces, now I got the paper
Now they don't remember when I had to
She fell in with the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out Dubai at the show
Rollin' on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation like
And my an off shore
And I give her head she ocho cinco
Draggin' my mink like I'm
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 like Rose but sellin' Os though

(What you it with?)
Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
(Who you with?)
It's the Chasers and we're takin'
(How you that shit?)
Whip it the glass, nigga
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 with the coco

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

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

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

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

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

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