Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred stacks in 'em
nigga on this jet with me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I used to with 'em
I got Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we fuckin' with you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on we just at niggas
Back the Sun never shines
They let Meek Milly home just in time
Look at their faces, now I got the
Now they don't remember I had to grind
She fell in with the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out Dubai at the boat
dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation like
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 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?)
it through the glass, nigga
Buy a hundred bottles and put 'em on my tab,

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

through the city with a check on me
Ridin' through the with a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't try to cuddle
So explain why these mothafuckas on me
Eight 'til I reach me a kilo
Made enough then I went to see
in full, if you actin' like Rico
I'ma tie him up, tape his ass Maaco
Hundred round clip in the 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, yeah that's a
Hit his ass 'til the wonder where I'm at
Made so money off this goddamn song
Still get in your ass a goddamn thong
Puffs, yeah that's for the kids
Stop tryna act like you know what it is
soda ain't cut me no check
If they don't, I'ma show them mothafuckas what an arm and is
Everybody know I'm in with the coke
My ex bitch took a young nigga for a
If a nigga got a problem then he get smoked
squeeze and I'm out like I parked too close

Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
Whip it through the glass,
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 with the coco

I say I run my town Puffy, bitch
Units in the
They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I ain't playin' this nine
I will shoot this up like I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony
tape triple black, that's that ocho
What if I told you with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
God in the kitchen, they call that boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up then that's that Bruce
And if them tires losin' pressure, that low pro
If the case, you gotta whip it slow mo

I got yellow everywhere
Business Arm & Hammer
a 9, got a half, nigga
We gon' need some 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 with the