Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Leaf (No Relief)

(featuring Clipse, & Rosco P. Coldchain)

in background]

Yo, hah huh, yo em

- Pusha T]
Kard' in me, I flow too angry for
myself I waving a gun
Cocked the banger, the barrell, pop minus one
Pop again, lay his men flee now down
Known for four and putting cock in whore
Love expensive homes of stones with doors
I fuck white whives, that drive white
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
Sorry myself, kinda hard to stop it
and my ski nose, piece out of the pocket

[Verse -
Hey yo it's Boobonic, tightest nigga here
I'm next level, motherfuckers is
call me a square, when I clock
Cause I'm from four corners in one block, get it?
line I'm the shit at all times
Come in the five, grippin all dimes
Let's weigh mine to
I went to in '94, mind you I'm only 20
wit a whole lotta shit, just money
I'm so paid, why you niggaz so funny
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 talk wit no
When you see me wit that .44 know me
up that cash, or that pack, or that cocoa leaf

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

[Verse - Mr.
In the ML 430, block and twist em
Bruce'll fall back see the solar system
Hoes - never kiss em, get a dick sucked
You better than what? More hoes who?
Can't na nigga like Mr. Man and Boo
Gucci from the suit, shirt to the suit
Now me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
When my block getting money, is fine
Cop two bricks, ride roun' nine
Now I'm the shit, the clique is
And we six hours shift, fuck school
Fuck ice, I got heat that'll 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 from patient, it something minor to push me
I thought my name was self explanatory, y'all niggaz be for it
Rosco's slang for gun, P's for Porter
nigga I'll take yours and sport it
And if you pussies got to say about that
You can chit chat wit me and my gat, day about that
On the spot, that moment, that about that
pull the Heckling, cock, and commense to pop
Heat the stove, oven stuffing baking 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

- Malice]
When I it's wit 10 friends and a cross beam
Red dot pulsating on his
Far from fiction what I kick in flows
I'm the proud pop of them fo fo's
Mac and nine milly, ice chilly
I chase that paper, being broke? that's
What's worse a group a niggaz wit no say?
We skip to the front of the line and pay
His at the foot of the bed, you don't say
Fill his Dolce wit more than crochet
No deal go wit out a gun involved
Cause I'm raw like a Harley wit monkey

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