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

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

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

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

- Mr. Man]
In the ML 430, crack and twist em
Bruce'll back bitch see the solar system
- never kiss em, fuck get a dick sucked
You better than what? More than who?
na nigga 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, ride roun' nine
Now I'm the shit, the clique is
And we six hours shift, fuck school
ice, I got heat that'll blow your cool

[Verse - P. Coldchain]
Playas think can stand infront of me? Wit that ice on
Like as if Rosco wouldn't make their brains all
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 take 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 second that
I'll pull the Heckling, cock, and to pop
Heat from the stove, stuffing baking your top
And while you're on the pavement to death
I'll proceed to inspect - pockets
Fingers, wrists, and your
I want the rings, watches, including baguettes

[Verse -
When I come it's wit 10 and a cross beam
Red dot on his offspring
Far from what I kick in these flows
I'm the proud pop of them fo fo's
Mac and nine milly, ice quite
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 holes than
No deal go wit out a gun involved
Cause I'm raw a Harley wit monkey bars

- to fade]