Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Leaf (No Relief)

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

[Pharrell in

Yo, hah huh, yo em

[Verse - 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 now it's down
Known for four and putting cock in whore
Love expensive homes of with pocket doors
I fuck white whives, that white fives
Go to court, testify for me and white lies
I pull up, the people say "HOT them 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 Boobonic, tightest nigga around here
I'm level, motherfuckers is downstairs
Niggaz me a square, when I clock
I'm eating from four corners in one block, get it?
Bottom line I'm the at all times
through 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, money
I'm so paid, why you niggaz so funny
X ya name, cause I'm next in the to shine
Y'all faggot rappers fuck wit mine

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

- Fam-Lay]
Fam-Lay ain't 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 wit a lotta chicks that I don't even go at
a suit 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 from
Three vicious pimps but moms is meaner
Got big tit chicks, y'all should see 'em
The is heavy, let off cross and steady
Or even straight through the middle like Levy

- Mr. Man]
In the ML 430, block crack and em
Bruce'll fall back bitch see the solar
Hoes - never kiss em, fuck get a sucked
You better than More hoes than who?
Can't na ball like Mr. Man and Boo
Gucci from the suit, shirt belt to the
Now me what the fuck 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 six hours shift, fuck school
Fuck ice, I got heat that'll blow cool

[Verse - Rosco P.
Playas think they can infront of me? Wit that ice on
Like as if Rosco wouldn't their brains all crispy
I'm far from patient, it take something minor to me
I thought my name was self explanatory, y'all niggaz be for it
Rosco's term for gun, P's for Porter
Coldchain I'll take yours and sport it
And if you got something to say about that
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, oven stuffing your top
And while you're on the pavement bleeding to
I'll to inspect - your pockets
Fingers, wrists, and your
I want the platinum rings, watches, including

[Verse -
When I come it's wit 10 and a cross beam
Red dot on his offspring
Far from fiction what I kick in flows
I'm the proud pop of them twin fo
Mac and nine milly, ice quite
I that paper, being broke? that's silly
worse than a group a niggaz wit no say?
We skip to the front of the and don't pay
His stash at the foot of the bed, you say
Fill his Dolce wit more than crochet
No deal go down wit out a gun
Cause I'm raw like a wit monkey bars

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