Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans a hundred more stacks in 'em
Every on this jet with me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I used to with 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches with a trap nigga
And we ain't with you rat niggas
Heard talkin' on Twitter we just at niggas
Back where the Sun shines
They let Meek Milly home just in time
at their faces, now I got the paper
Now don't remember when I had to grind
She fell in with the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out at the boat show
dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation Loso
And my situation an off
And I her head like she ocho cinco
my mink like I'm loco
You mad at me, but she though
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do rose
'Cause I'm in the field just like but sellin' them Os though

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

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

Ridin' through the city 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 these slept on me
Eight ball I reach me a kilo
Made then I went to see Rico
in full, if you actin' like Rico
I'ma tie him up, his ass like Maaco
Hundred clip in the mothafuckin' 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 wonder where I'm at
Made so much money off this song
Still get in ass like a goddamn 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 took a young nigga for a joke
If a nigga got a problem then he get smoked
I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I too close

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

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 town Puffy, bitch
Units in the
They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I ain't playin' 'bout nine
I will shoot this up like I'm Shyne
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct tape black, that's that ocho
What if I told you bicycle a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they call that boy
And if that shit weighin' up that's that Bruce Bruce
And if them tires pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you whip it slow mo

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