Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred more in 'em
Every nigga on this jet with me, I went to war for 'em
Or I used to trap 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches with a trap nigga
And we fuckin' with you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we just at
Back where the Sun never
They let Meek Milly back just in time
Look at 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
dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation like
And my situation an off
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 soda
(Who you with?)
the Chasers and we're takin' over
(How you spend shit?)
it through the glass, nigga
Buy a bottles and put 'em on my tab, nigga

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

Ridin' through the 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 mothafuckas slept on me
Eight 'til I reach me a kilo
Made enough then I went to see
Paid in full, if you actin' like
tie him up, tape his ass like Maaco
Hundred round 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 pistol in a dishwasher
One hit wonder, that's a fact
Hit his ass 'til the wonder where I'm at
Made so much off this goddamn song
Still get in ass like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, that's for the kids
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 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 problem he gon' get smoked
I'ma squeeze and I'm out I parked too close

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

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

I say I run my town like Puffy,
in the duffel
They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?"
I I'm lucky, bitch
I ain't playin' 'bout this
I will shoot this bitch up like I'm
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Romo
Duct tape triple black, that ocho
What if I told you bicycle 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 Bruce Bruce
And if them tires pressure, that's that low pro
If the case, you gotta whip it slow mo

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