Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Leaf (No Relief)

(featuring Clipse, Fam-Lay & P. Coldchain)

[Pharrell in

Yo, hah huh, yo em

- Pusha T]
Kard' in me, I flow too for some
Introduce I waving a gun
Cocked the banger, filled the barrell, pop one
Pop again, lay his men flee now down
Known for popping four and putting cock in
Love expensive of stones with pocket doors
I fuck white whives, drive white fives
Go to court, testify for me and white lies
When I up, the people say "HOT them boys!"
22 but childish how we cop them
contradict myself, kinda hard to stop it
Glock and my ski nose, out of the pocket

[Verse -
Hey yo it's Boobonic, tightest nigga here
I'm level, motherfuckers is downstairs
Niggaz call me a square, I clock
Cause I'm eating four corners in one block, get it?
Bottom line I'm the at all times
Come in the five, grippin all dimes
Let's weigh mine to
I to Vegas in '94, mind you I'm only 20
Ain't wit a whole lotta shit, just
I'm so paid, that's why you so funny
X ya name, cause I'm next in the game to
Y'all faggot rappers fuck wit mine

[Chorus - Rosco P. (2x)
Y'all walk wit no belief
Y'all talk wit no relief
When you see me wit .44 know it's me
Give up that cash, or that pack, or that leaf

[Verse -
Fam-Lay ain't scared
Look, I I ain't scared
Six shots at his mink cap, watch our
Look the bout to die and he don't even know it
I fucked wit a chicks that I don't even go at
Have a suit from the coppers, the dope won't even it
And y'all knew I'm mad cause I won't even show it
Calm demeanor, flips I palm the nina
I'm gifted, get shit from Argentina
Three pimps but they moms is meaner
Got big tit chicks, Lord should see 'em
The boss is heavy, let off and steady
Or even straight through the like Dorsey Levy

[Verse - Mr.
In the ML 430, crack and twist em
Bruce'll fall back bitch see the solar
Hoes - never kiss em, fuck get a dick
You better what? More hoes than who?
Can't na ball like Mr. Man and Boo
Gucci from the suit, shirt to the suit
Now tell me the fuck am I supposed to do?
When my getting money, everything is fine
Cop two bricks, stole ride nine
Now I'm the shit, the clique is
And we boost six shift, fuck school
Fuck ice, I got that'll blow your cool

[Verse - P. Coldchain]
think they can stand infront of me? Wit that ice on
Like as if Rosco wouldn't their brains all crispy
I'm far from patient, it take minor to push me
I thought my name was self explanatory, y'all be asking for it
Rosco's term for gun, P's for Porter
Coldchain nigga take yours and sport it
And if you pussies got something to say about
You can chit wit me and my gat, that day about that
On the spot, that moment, that about that
I'll the Heckling, cock, and commense to pop
Heat from the stove, oven stuffing your top
And while you're on the pavement to death
proceed to inspect - your pockets
Fingers, wrists, and your
I the platinum rings, watches, including baguettes

[Verse -
When I come it's wit 10 and a cross beam
Red dot pulsating on his
Far fiction what I kick in these flows
I'm the proud pop of them fo fo's
Mac and milly, ice quite chilly
I chase that paper, being that's silly
What's worse than a group a wit no say?
We skip to the front of the line and pay
His stash at the foot of the bed, you say
Fill his Dolce wit more holes crochet
No deal go wit out a gun involved
Cause I'm raw a Harley wit monkey bars

- to fade]