Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand dollar jeans with a more stacks in 'em
Every on this jet with me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I to trap with 'em
I got real bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we fuckin' with you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we just at
where 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 when I had to
She in love with the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out at the boat show
Rollin' on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation Loso
And my an off shore
And I her head like she ocho cinco
Draggin' my like I'm loco
You mad at me, but she though
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do gold
'Cause I'm in the field just like 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 with a on me
Ridin' through the hood a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ever try to cuddle
So explain why these mothafuckas on me
Eight ball 'til I reach me a
enough then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you like Rico
tie him up, tape his ass like Maaco
Hundred round in the mothafuckin' TEC
a hot 9, 7 when his ass wanna flex
High school, got off on a with the whopper
12K for my pistol in a dishwasher
One hit wonder, yeah a fact
Hit his ass the police wonder where I'm at
Made so much money off this goddamn
Still get in your ass a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, yeah for the kids
Stop tryna act you don't know what it is
Bakin' soda ain't cut me no
If they don't, I'ma 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 got a problem then he gon' get smoked
I'ma and I'm out like I parked too close

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

I say I run my town Puffy, bitch
Units in the
like, "Why the fuck he never got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I ain't playin' this nine
I will shoot this bitch up I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony
Duct tape triple black, that's ocho
What if I told you bicycle a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they call that boy
And if that weighin' up then that's that Bruce Bruce
And if them tires pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you whip it slow mo

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

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