Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans with a more stacks in 'em
Every nigga on this jet 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 talkin' on Twitter we just at niggas
Back where the Sun shines
They let Meek Milly back just in time
Look at their faces, now I got the
Now they don't remember when I had to
She fell in love the CoCo
She got on Chanel and
And we out at the boat show
dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my like 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 rose
'Cause I'm in the field just Rose 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 spend shit?)
it through the glass, nigga
Buy a hundred and put 'em on my tab, 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

Ridin' through the with a check on me
Ridin' the hood with a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't try to cuddle
So explain why these mothafuckas on me
ball 'til I reach me a kilo
Made then I went 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
a hot 9, 7 when 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 'til the police where I'm at
Made so much off this goddamn song
Still get in ass like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, yeah that's for the
tryna act like you don't know what it is
Bakin' ain't cut me no check
If they don't, show them mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is
Everybody know I'm in with the coke
My ex bitch took a nigga for a joke
If a nigga got a then he gon' get smoked
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 blowin' money fast,

I'm in with the coco
I'm in love with the
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' 'bout this
I will shoot this bitch up like I'm
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct triple black, that's that ocho
if I told you bicycle with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they call boy Zeus
And if that weighin' up then that's that Bruce Bruce
And if them tires losin' pressure, that's low pro
If that's the case, you gotta 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 with the
I'm in with the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in with the coco