Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans with a more stacks in 'em
Every nigga on this jet with me, I done to war for 'em
Or I to trap with 'em
I got real bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we ain't with you rat niggas
Heard they on Twitter we just at niggas
Back where the Sun shines
They let Meek Milly back home just in
Look at faces, now I got the paper
Now they don't remember I had to grind
She fell in love 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 an off shore
And I give her head like she 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 them Os though

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

I'm in love 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
through the hood with a TEC on me
28 it double, I ain't ever try to cuddle
So explain why these slept on me
Eight ball I reach me a kilo
enough then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you like Rico
tie him up, tape his ass like Maaco
Hundred round clip in the TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass flex
High school, got off on a nigga with the
12K for my pistol in a fuckin'
One hit wonder, that's a fact
Hit his ass 'til the wonder where I'm at
Made so money off this goddamn song
get in your ass like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, yeah for the kids
Stop tryna act you don't know what it is
Bakin' soda ain't cut me no
If they don't, I'ma them mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is
Everybody know I'm in love with the
My ex bitch took a young for a joke
If a got a problem then he gon' get smoked
I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I too close

Bakin' soda, I got soda
Bakin' soda, I got soda
Whip it the glass, nigga
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
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
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Romo
tape triple 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 shit up then that's that Bruce Bruce
And if them tires pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you gotta it slow mo

I got yellow everywhere
Business Arm & Hammer
a 9, got a half, nigga
We gon' some bigger bags, nigga

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