Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred more in 'em
Every nigga on this jet with me, I done to war for 'em
Or I used to with 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap
And we ain't with you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we at niggas
where the Sun never shines
They let Meek Milly back just in time
Look at faces, now I got the paper
Now they remember when I had to grind
She in love with the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out Dubai at the show
Rollin' on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
my lituation like Loso
And my situation an off
And I give her head she ocho cinco
my mink like I'm loco
You mad at me, but she chose
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 soda
(Who you with?)
It's the 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 with the coco
I'm in love with the
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love the coco

through the city with a check on me
Ridin' the hood with a TEC on me
28 it double, I ain't ever try to cuddle
So explain why mothafuckas slept on me
Eight 'til I reach me a kilo
enough then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you actin' Rico
I'ma tie him up, his ass like Maaco
Hundred round in the mothafuckin' TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass flex
High school, got off on a nigga the whopper
12K for my pistol in a dishwasher
One hit wonder, yeah that's a
Hit his ass 'til the police wonder I'm at
Made so much money off this song
Still get in your ass like a goddamn
Coco Puffs, yeah 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 mothafuckas an arm and hammer is
Everybody I'm in love with the coke
My ex bitch took a young for a joke
If a nigga got a problem then he get smoked
squeeze 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 with the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love the coco

I say I run my like Puffy, bitch
Units in the
like, "Why the fuck he never got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I playin' 'bout this nine
I shoot this bitch up like I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Romo
Duct tape black, that's that ocho
What if I told you bicycle with a
And got 'em in the air bag of the
God in the kitchen, they call that boy Zeus
And if that weighin' up then that's that Bruce Bruce
And if them tires losin' pressure, that's low pro
If that's the case, you gotta whip it mo

I got yellow everywhere
Arm & Hammer everywhere
Dropped a 9, got a half,
We gon' 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 with the coco