Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand jeans with a hundred more stacks in 'em
Every nigga on this jet with me, I done to war for 'em
Or I used to with 'em
I got real Hollywood fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we ain't fuckin' you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we at niggas
Back the Sun never shines
let Meek 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 with the CoCo
She got on Chanel and
And we out at the boat show
dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation like
And my situation an off
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 rose
I'm in the field just like Rose but sellin' them Os though

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

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

Ridin' through the city a check on me
through the hood with a TEC on me
28 it double, I ain't ever try to cuddle
So explain why these slept on me
ball 'til I reach me a kilo
Made enough I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you like Rico
I'ma tie him up, tape his ass like
round clip 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, that's a fact
Hit his ass 'til the wonder where I'm at
Made so much off this goddamn song
get in your ass like 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 an arm and hammer is
Everybody know I'm in with the coke
My ex bitch took a young nigga for a
If a nigga got a then he gon' get smoked
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 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 the coco

I say I run my like Puffy, bitch
Units in the
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 I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Romo
Duct triple black, that's that ocho
What if I told you with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, call that boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up then that's Bruce Bruce
And if them losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you gotta it slow mo

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

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