Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

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

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

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

Ridin' through the city with a on me
through the hood with a TEC on me
28 it double, I ain't ever try to cuddle
So explain why these mothafuckas on me
Eight ball 'til I me a kilo
Made then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you like Rico
I'ma tie him up, tape his ass like
Hundred round clip in the TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass 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 money off this goddamn song
get in your ass like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, yeah for the kids
Stop act like you don't know what it is
soda ain't cut me no check
If don't, I'ma show them mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is
Everybody know I'm in with the coke
My ex took a young nigga for a joke
If a nigga got a problem then he get smoked
I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I parked too

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

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 guess I'm lucky,
I ain't playin' this nine
I will shoot this bitch up I'm Shyne
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct triple black, that's that ocho
if I told you bicycle with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they call boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up then that's that Bruce
And if them tires losin' pressure, that low pro
If the case, you gotta whip it slow mo

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

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