Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand dollar jeans with a more stacks in 'em
nigga on this jet with me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I to trap with 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches fuckin' a trap nigga
And we fuckin' with you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we just at
Back the Sun never shines
They let Meek Milly home just in time
Look at faces, now I got the paper
Now they don't remember I had to grind
She fell in love the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out at the boat show
Rollin' on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation like
And my an off shore
And I give her head she ocho cinco
my mink like I'm loco
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?)
soda, I got bakin' soda
(Who you with?)
It's the Chasers and we're over
(How you spend shit?)
Whip it through the glass,
Buy a hundred 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 love with the

Ridin' through the with a check on me
Ridin' through the hood a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ever try to cuddle
So explain why these slept on me
Eight ball 'til I me a kilo
enough then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you actin' Rico
tie him up, tape his ass like Maaco
Hundred round clip in the TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass wanna
High school, got off on a nigga the whopper
12K for my pistol in a fuckin'
One hit wonder, yeah that's a
Hit his ass 'til the police wonder I'm at
Made so money off this goddamn song
Still get in your ass a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, yeah that's for the
Stop tryna act like you don't what it is
Bakin' soda ain't cut me no
If they don't, I'ma show them mothafuckas what an arm and is
Everybody I'm in love with 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 like I parked too

Bakin' soda, I got soda
soda, I got bakin' soda
Whip it the glass, nigga
I'm money 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 the coco

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 playin' 'bout this nine
I shoot this bitch up like I'm Shyne
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct tape triple black, that's ocho
What if I told you bicycle with a
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they that boy Zeus
And if shit weighin' up then that's that Bruce Bruce
And if tires losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If the case, you gotta whip it slow mo

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

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