Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans with a more stacks in 'em
Every nigga on this jet 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 fuckin' with you rat
they talkin' on Twitter we just at niggas
Back where the Sun shines
They let Meek Milly back home in time
Look at their faces, now I got the
Now they don't remember when I had to
She fell in with the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out at the boat show
Rollin' dice on the yacht, screamin',
my lituation like Loso
And my situation an off
And I her head like she ocho cinco
Draggin' my mink 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 but sellin' them Os though

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

I'm in love with the
I'm in love with the
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love the coco

Ridin' the city with a check on me
Ridin' through the hood a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ever try to cuddle
So explain why these mothafuckas on me
ball 'til I reach me a kilo
Made then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you like Rico
I'ma tie him up, tape his ass Maaco
Hundred round in the mothafuckin' TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass flex
school, got off on a nigga with the whopper
12K for my pistol in a dishwasher
One hit wonder, that's a fact
Hit his ass 'til the police wonder I'm at
so much money off this goddamn song
Still get in your ass like a goddamn
Puffs, yeah that's for the kids
Stop act like you don't know what it is
soda ain't cut me no check
If don't, I'ma show them mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is
know I'm in love with the coke
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 I parked too close

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

I'm in love with the
I'm in love the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love the coco

I say I run my town like Puffy,
Units in the
like, "Why the fuck he never got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I ain't playin' this nine
I will shoot this bitch up I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Romo
Duct triple black, that's that ocho
What if I told you bicycle a logo
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 tires losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you gotta whip it mo

I got boxes everywhere
Business Arm & Hammer
Dropped a 9, got a half,
We gon' need 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