Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

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 with 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap
And we ain't fuckin' with you rat
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we at niggas
Back the Sun never shines
They let Meek Milly back just in time
at their faces, now I got the paper
Now don't remember when I had to grind
She fell in love the CoCo
She got on Chanel and
And we out at the boat show
Rollin' dice on the yacht, screamin',
It's my like Loso
And my situation an off
And I give her like she ocho cinco
my mink like I'm loco
You mad at me, but she though
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do rose
I'm in the field just like Rose but sellin' them Os though

(What you it with?)
soda, I got bakin' soda
(Who you with?)
It's the and we're takin' over
(How you spend shit?)
Whip it through the glass,
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 with the

Ridin' through the city with a on me
through the hood with a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't ever try to
So why these mothafuckas slept on me
Eight ball 'til I reach me a
Made enough then I to see Rico
Paid in full, if you actin' like
I'ma tie him up, tape his ass Maaco
Hundred round in the mothafuckin' TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 his ass wanna flex
High school, got off on a with the whopper
12K for my in a fuckin' 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, that's for the kids
tryna act like you don't know 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 know I'm in with the coke
My ex bitch a young nigga for a joke
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 bakin'
soda, I got bakin' soda
Whip it through the glass,
I'm money fast, nigga

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

I say I run my town Puffy, bitch
in the duffel
They like, "Why the he never got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I playin' 'bout this nine
I will shoot this bitch up I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony
Duct tape black, that's that 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 that shit up then that's that Bruce Bruce
And if them tires losin' pressure, that's low pro
If that's the case, you whip it slow mo

I got yellow boxes
Arm & Hammer everywhere
Dropped a 9, got a half,
We gon' need 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 with the