Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred stacks in 'em
Every nigga on this jet with me, I went to war for 'em
Or I to trap with 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches fuckin' a trap nigga
And we ain't fuckin' you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we just at
Back where the Sun shines
They let Meek Milly home just in time
at their faces, now I got the paper
Now don't remember when I had to grind
She fell in with the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out Dubai at the boat
Rollin' dice on the yacht, screamin',
my lituation like Loso
And my situation an off
And I her head like she ocho cinco
Draggin' my mink I'm loco
You mad at me, but she chose
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do rose
'Cause I'm in the just like 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?)
Whip it through the glass,
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 love the coco

Ridin' through the city with a on me
Ridin' through the hood a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't ever try to
So why these mothafuckas slept on me
Eight ball I reach 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 Maaco
Hundred round clip in the TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 his ass wanna flex
High school, got off on a nigga with the
12K for my pistol in a fuckin'
One hit wonder, yeah a fact
Hit his ass 'til the police where I'm at
Made so much off this goddamn song
Still get in ass like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, yeah for the kids
Stop tryna act like you don't know it is
Bakin' soda ain't cut me no
If they don't, I'ma them mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is
Everybody know I'm in love the coke
My ex bitch a young nigga for a joke
If a nigga got a problem then he 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 money fast, 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

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 like I'm
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct tape 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 tires losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you whip it slow mo

I got boxes everywhere
Business Arm & everywhere
Dropped a 9, got a half,
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 love the coco