Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Leaf (No Relief)

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

in background]

Yo, hah huh, yo em

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

- Boobonic]
Hey yo it's Boobonic, tightest nigga here
I'm next level, motherfuckers is
call me a square, when I clock
Cause I'm eating four corners in one block, get it?
line I'm the shit at all times
Come through in the five, grippin all
weigh mine to yours
I to Vegas in '94, mind you I'm only 20
Ain't wit a lotta shit, just money
I'm so paid, that's why you niggaz so
X ya name, cause I'm in the game to shine
faggot rappers can't fuck wit mine

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

[Verse -
Fam-Lay scared y'all
Look, I I ain't scared
Six at his mink cap, watch our shit
Look the nigga bout to die and he even know it
I fucked wit a lotta chicks I don't even go at
a suit from the coppers, the dope won't even throw it
And y'all never I'm mad cause I won't even show it
Calm demeanor, flips when I the nina
I'm gifted, get straight from Argentina
Three vicious but they moms is meaner
Got big tit chicks, Lord should see 'em
The boss is heavy, let off and steady
Or straight through the middle like Dorsey Levy

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

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

[Verse -
When I come wit 10 friends and a cross beam
Red dot pulsating on his
Far from what I kick in these flows
I'm the pop of them twin fo fo's
Mac and nine milly, ice chilly
I chase paper, being broke? that's silly
What's than a group a niggaz wit no say?
We skip to the front of the and don't pay
His at the foot of the bed, you don't 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

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