Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand jeans with a hundred more stacks in 'em
nigga on this jet with me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I used to with 'em
I got Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we ain't with you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we at niggas
Back the Sun never shines
They let Meek Milly back home just in
at their faces, now I got the paper
Now they don't remember I had to grind
She fell in love with the
She got on and Manolo
And we out Dubai at the show
Rollin' dice on the yacht, screamin',
It's my lituation like
And my an off shore
And I give her head 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 like Rose but sellin' Os though

(What you it with?)
Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
(Who you with?)
It's the and we're takin' over
(How you that shit?)
Whip it the glass, nigga
Buy a bottles 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 with the

Ridin' through the city with a on me
Ridin' through the hood a TEC on me
28 it double, I ain't ever try to cuddle
So explain why mothafuckas slept on me
Eight ball 'til I reach me a
Made enough I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you actin' Rico
I'ma tie him up, tape his ass like
Hundred round clip in the TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 his ass wanna flex
High school, got off on a nigga the whopper
12K for my in a fuckin' dishwasher
One hit wonder, that's a fact
Hit his ass 'til the wonder where I'm at
Made so much money off this goddamn
Still get in ass like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, yeah that's for the
Stop tryna act you don't know what it is
Bakin' soda ain't cut me no
If they don't, I'ma show them mothafuckas an arm and hammer is
Everybody know I'm in love 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 I parked too close

Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
soda, I got bakin' soda
Whip it 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 like Puffy,
in the duffel
They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?"
I I'm lucky, bitch
I ain't playin' this nine
I will this bitch up like I'm Shyne
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct tape triple black, that ocho
What if I told you bicycle with a
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's that Bruce
And if tires losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you whip it slow mo

I got yellow boxes
Business Arm & everywhere
a 9, got a half, nigga
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 the coco