Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred more in 'em
Every nigga on jet with me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I used to with 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap
And we ain't fuckin' with you rat
they talkin' on Twitter we just at niggas
Back where the Sun never
let Meek Milly back home just in time
Look at their faces, now I got the
Now they don't remember when I had to
She fell in love with the
She got on and Manolo
And we out Dubai at the show
Rollin' on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my like Loso
And my an off shore
And I give her head like she 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 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 that 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
through the hood with 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
Made enough then I to see Rico
Paid in full, if you actin' Rico
I'ma tie him up, 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 a fact
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 don't 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 I'm in love with the coke
My ex took a young nigga for a joke
If a nigga got a then he gon' get smoked
squeeze and I'm out like I parked too close

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

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

I say I run my town like Puffy,
Units in the
They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I playin' 'bout this nine
I will shoot this bitch up I'm Shyne
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct triple black, that's that ocho
What if I told you with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they call that boy
And if that shit weighin' up then that's Bruce Bruce
And if them tires losin' pressure, that low pro
If the case, you gotta whip it slow mo

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

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