Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand dollar jeans a hundred more stacks in 'em
nigga on this jet with me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I used to trap 'em
I got real bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we ain't with you rat niggas
Heard they on Twitter we just at niggas
Back where the Sun shines
They let Meek Milly back home just in
Look at faces, now I got the paper
Now they remember when I had to grind
She fell in with the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out at the boat show
Rollin' on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
my lituation like Loso
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 though
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do gold
'Cause I'm in the field just Rose but sellin' them Os though

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

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

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

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

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

I say I run my town Puffy, bitch
in the duffel
They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I playin' 'bout this nine
I will shoot this bitch up I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Romo
Duct tape triple black, that ocho
What if I you bicycle with a logo
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 Bruce Bruce
And if tires losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you gotta it slow mo

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

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