Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand jeans with a hundred 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 bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we ain't fuckin' you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we at niggas
Back the Sun never shines
They let Meek back home just in time
at their faces, now I got the paper
Now they remember when I had to grind
She fell in with the CoCo
She got on Chanel and
And we out Dubai at the boat
Rollin' dice on the yacht, screamin',
It's my lituation like
And my an off shore
And I give her like 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 rose
'Cause I'm in the field just like Rose but them Os though

(What you it with?)
soda, I got bakin' soda
(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 love the coco
I'm in love with the
I got it for the low, low
I'm in with the coco

Ridin' the city with a check on me
through the hood with a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't try to cuddle
So explain why mothafuckas slept on me
Eight ball 'til I me a kilo
enough then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you actin' like
I'ma tie him up, tape his ass like
Hundred round clip in the TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 his ass wanna flex
school, got off on a nigga with the whopper
12K for my in a fuckin' dishwasher
One hit wonder, that's 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
tryna act like you don't know what it is
Bakin' ain't cut me no check
If they don't, I'ma show them what an arm and hammer is
Everybody I'm in love with the coke
My ex took a young nigga for a joke
If a got a problem then he gon' get smoked
I'ma and I'm out like I parked too close

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

I'm in with the coco
I'm in love with the
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 he never got indicted?"
I I'm lucky, bitch
I ain't playin' 'bout this
I will shoot this up like I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony
Duct tape black, that's that ocho
What if I told you with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they that boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up then that's Bruce Bruce
And if them tires losin' pressure, that's 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' need some bags, 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