Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand dollar jeans with a more stacks 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 ain't with you rat niggas
Heard they on Twitter we just at niggas
Back where the Sun never
They let Milly back home just in time
Look at their faces, now I got the
Now they remember when I had to grind
She fell in with the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out Dubai at the 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
Draggin' my mink like I'm
You mad at me, but she chose
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do gold
'Cause I'm in the field 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 over
(How you spend shit?)
Whip it the glass, nigga
Buy a bottles and put 'em on my tab, nigga

I'm in with the coco
I'm in love with the
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 it double, I ain't ever try to cuddle
So explain why these mothafuckas on me
Eight ball 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 Maaco
Hundred clip in the mothafuckin' TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass flex
High school, got off on a with the whopper
12K for my in a fuckin' dishwasher
One hit wonder, that's a fact
Hit his ass 'til the police where I'm at
Made so much money off this goddamn
Still get in ass like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, that's for the kids
Stop tryna act like you don't know it is
soda ain't cut me no check
If they don't, show them mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is
know I'm in love with the coke
My ex bitch took a young nigga for a
If a nigga got a problem then he gon' get
I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I parked too

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

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

I say I run my like Puffy, bitch
in the duffel
They like, "Why the he never got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I ain't playin' 'bout nine
I will shoot this bitch up like I'm
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Romo
Duct tape triple black, that's ocho
What if I 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 shit weighin' up then that's that Bruce Bruce
And if them tires losin' pressure, that's low pro
If that's the case, you gotta whip it mo

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

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