Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred more in 'em
Every nigga on jet with 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 ain't with you rat niggas
Heard 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 I had to grind
She fell in with the CoCo
She got on Chanel and
And we out at the boat show
dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation Loso
And my an off shore
And I give her head like she ocho
Draggin' my mink like I'm
You mad at me, but she chose
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do gold
I'm in the field just like Rose but sellin' them Os though

(What you it with?)
Bakin' soda, I got soda
(Who you with?)
the Chasers and we're takin' 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 love the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love the coco

Ridin' the city 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 mothafuckas on me
ball 'til I reach me a kilo
Made enough then I to see Rico
Paid in full, if you like Rico
I'ma tie him up, tape his ass like
Hundred clip in the mothafuckin' TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 his ass wanna flex
High school, got off on a nigga with the
12K for my pistol in a dishwasher
One hit wonder, yeah a fact
Hit his ass 'til the wonder where I'm at
Made so much money off this song
Still get in your ass like a thong
Puffs, yeah that's for the kids
Stop tryna act like you don't know it is
soda ain't cut me no check
If they don't, I'ma show them 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 problem then he gon' get
squeeze and I'm out like I parked too close

Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
Bakin' soda, I got 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 with the coco

I say I run my like Puffy, bitch
in the duffel
They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?"
I I'm lucky, bitch
I ain't 'bout this nine
I will shoot this bitch up like I'm
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Romo
Duct tape triple black, that's ocho
What if I told you with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
God in the kitchen, they call that boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up then that's that Bruce
And if them tires losin' pressure, that low pro
If that's the case, you gotta it slow mo

I got boxes everywhere
Business Arm & Hammer
a 9, got a half, nigga
We need some bigger bags, nigga

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