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 Hollywood bitches fuckin' a trap nigga
And we fuckin' with you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on we just at niggas
Back the Sun never shines
They let Milly back home just in time
Look at their faces, now I got the
Now they remember when I had to grind
She fell in with the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out at the boat show
Rollin' dice on the yacht, screamin',
my lituation like Loso
And my situation an off
And I give her head she ocho cinco
Draggin' my mink like I'm
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 like Rose but sellin' Os though

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

I'm in with the coco
I'm in love the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in with 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 these slept on me
Eight ball 'til I reach me a
Made enough then I to see Rico
Paid in full, if you like Rico
I'ma tie him up, his ass like Maaco
round 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 fuckin'
One hit wonder, yeah a fact
Hit his ass the police wonder where I'm at
Made so much money off this goddamn
get in your ass like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, that's for the kids
Stop act like you don't know what it is
Bakin' soda 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 a young nigga for a joke
If a nigga got a problem then he get smoked
I'ma squeeze and I'm out I parked too close

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

I say I run my like Puffy, bitch
Units in the
They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I ain't 'bout this nine
I will this bitch up like I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony
Duct tape triple black, that's that
What if I 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 shit weighin' up then 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 yellow 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 with the
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love with the