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 for some
myself I waving a gun
Cocked the banger, filled the barrell, pop one
Pop again, lay his men flee now it's
Known for popping four and putting in whore
Love expensive homes of stones with pocket
I fuck white whives, that drive fives
Go to court, testify for me and tell lies
When I pull up, the people say "HOT boys!"
22 but how we cop them toys
Sorry contradict myself, kinda hard to it
and my ski nose, piece out of the pocket

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

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

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

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

[Verse - Rosco P.
Playas think they can stand infront of me? Wit 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 was self explanatory, y'all niggaz be asking for it
Rosco's term for gun, P's for Porter
Coldchain nigga I'll yours and sport it
And if you pussies got something to say that
You can chat wit me and my gat, that day about that
On the spot, that moment, that second that
I'll pull the Heckling, cock, and to pop
Heat from the stove, oven stuffing baking top
And while on the pavement bleeding to death
I'll proceed to inspect - your
Fingers, wrists, and neck
I want the rings, watches, including baguettes

- Malice]
When I come it's wit 10 friends and a 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 nine milly, ice chilly
I chase that paper, being that's silly
What's worse than a group a wit no say?
We skip to the of the line and don't pay
His stash at the of the bed, you don't say
Fill his Dolce wit more holes crochet
No deal go down wit out a gun
I'm raw like a Harley wit monkey bars

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