Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans a hundred more stacks in 'em
Every nigga on this jet with me, I done to war for 'em
Or I to trap with 'em
I got real Hollywood fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we ain't with you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on we just at niggas
where the Sun never shines
They let Meek back home just in time
Look at faces, now I got the paper
Now they don't remember I had to grind
She in love with the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out Dubai at the boat
Rollin' dice on the yacht, screamin',
my lituation like Loso
And my an off shore
And I give her 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 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?)
the Chasers and we're takin' over
(How you that shit?)
Whip it through the glass,
Buy a hundred and put 'em on my tab, nigga

I'm in love the coco
I'm in love with the
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 slept on me
Eight 'til I reach me a kilo
enough then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you actin' like
tie him up, tape his ass like Maaco
Hundred round clip in the TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass wanna
High school, got off on a nigga the whopper
12K for my pistol in a dishwasher
One hit wonder, yeah a fact
Hit his ass 'til the police wonder I'm at
so much money off this goddamn song
Still get in your ass like a thong
Coco Puffs, yeah for the kids
tryna act like you don't know what it is
Bakin' soda ain't cut me no
If they don't, I'ma show them 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 he gon' get smoked
I'ma 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 blowin' fast, nigga

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

I say I run my town Puffy, bitch
in the duffel
They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I ain't playin' 'bout nine
I will shoot this bitch up like I'm
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony
Duct tape triple black, that's that
What if I told you bicycle a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they call boy Zeus
And if that shit up then that's that Bruce Bruce
And if them tires losin' pressure, that 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' need bigger bags, nigga

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