Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans a hundred more stacks in 'em
nigga on this jet with me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I used to with 'em
I got real bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we ain't fuckin' you rat niggas
Heard talkin' on Twitter we just at niggas
Back where the Sun never
They let Meek back home just in time
at their faces, now I got the paper
Now they don't remember when I had to
She fell in with the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out Dubai at the show
Rollin' dice on the yacht, screamin',
my lituation like Loso
And my an off shore
And I give her head like she cinco
Draggin' my mink like I'm
You mad at me, but she chose
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do gold
'Cause I'm in the field just like Rose but sellin' 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?)
Whip it the glass, nigga
Buy a bottles and put 'em on my tab, 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

Ridin' the city with a check on me
Ridin' through the with a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't ever try to
So explain why mothafuckas slept on me
Eight ball I reach me a kilo
Made enough then I to see Rico
Paid in full, if you like Rico
tie him up, tape his ass like 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 that's a
Hit his ass 'til the police where I'm at
Made so much money off goddamn song
Still get in your ass a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, yeah for the kids
Stop act like you don't know what it is
Bakin' soda cut me no check
If they don't, I'ma them mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is
Everybody know I'm in love with the
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 soda
soda, I got bakin' soda
Whip it through the glass,
I'm money fast, nigga

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,
in the duffel
They like, "Why the he never got indicted?"
I I'm lucky, bitch
I ain't playin' this nine
I shoot this bitch up like I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony
Duct tape triple black, that's that
What if I told you with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they that boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up then that's Bruce Bruce
And if them tires pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you gotta whip it mo

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

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