Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand jeans with a hundred more stacks in 'em
Every nigga on this jet with me, I went to war for 'em
Or I used to trap 'em
I got real bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we fuckin' with you rat niggas
Heard they on Twitter we just at niggas
where the Sun never shines
They let Meek Milly back home just in
Look at faces, now I got the paper
Now they don't remember I had to grind
She fell in love with the
She got on Chanel and
And we out Dubai at the show
dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my like Loso
And my situation an off
And I give her head like she ocho
Draggin' my 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 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 over
(How you spend shit?)
Whip it through the glass,
Buy a hundred bottles and put 'em on my tab,

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

Ridin' the city with a check on me
Ridin' through the with a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ever try to cuddle
So explain why mothafuckas slept on me
Eight ball 'til I reach me a
Made then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you like Rico
tie him up, tape his ass like Maaco
Hundred round clip in the TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 his ass wanna flex
High school, got off on a with the whopper
12K for my pistol in a fuckin'
One hit wonder, yeah that's a
Hit his ass 'til the police wonder I'm at
Made so much money off this goddamn
Still get in your ass like a goddamn
Coco Puffs, yeah that's for the
Stop tryna act like you know what it is
Bakin' ain't cut me no check
If they don't, I'ma show them mothafuckas what an arm and is
know I'm in love with the coke
My ex bitch took a young for a joke
If a nigga got a problem he gon' get smoked
I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I parked too

soda, I got bakin' soda
Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
it through the glass, nigga
I'm money fast, nigga

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

I say I run my like Puffy, bitch
in the duffel
They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I ain't 'bout this nine
I will shoot this bitch up I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Romo
Duct tape triple black, 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 that boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up that's that Bruce Bruce
And if them losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If the case, you gotta whip it slow mo

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