Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred more in 'em
Every nigga on this jet with me, I went to war for 'em
Or I used to trap 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches with a trap nigga
And we ain't fuckin' with you rat
Heard talkin' on Twitter we just at niggas
Back the Sun never shines
They let Meek Milly back home in time
at their faces, now I got the paper
Now they don't when I had to grind
She fell in love with the
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 give her head she ocho cinco
Draggin' my like I'm loco
You mad at me, but she chose
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do rose
'Cause I'm in the field just like Rose but sellin' Os though

(What you it with?)
Bakin' soda, I got soda
(Who you with?)
It's the Chasers and takin' over
(How you spend shit?)
it through the glass, nigga
Buy a hundred bottles and put 'em on my tab,

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

Ridin' through the with a check on me
Ridin' through the hood a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't try to cuddle
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 actin' like
tie him up, tape his ass like Maaco
Hundred clip in the mothafuckin' TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 his ass wanna flex
school, got off on a nigga with the whopper
12K for my pistol in a dishwasher
One hit wonder, yeah that's a
Hit his ass the police wonder where I'm at
Made so much off this goddamn song
get in your ass like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, that's for the kids
Stop tryna act like you don't what it is
Bakin' soda ain't cut me no
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 a young 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'
soda, I got bakin' soda
Whip it through the glass,
I'm money fast, 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

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 ain't 'bout this nine
I will shoot this bitch up I'm Shyne
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct tape triple black, that's that
if I told you bicycle with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, call that boy Zeus
And if that shit up then that's that Bruce Bruce
And if them losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you gotta it slow mo

I got yellow everywhere
Business Arm & Hammer
a 9, got a half, nigga
We gon' need some 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