Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Leaf (No Relief)

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

[Pharrell in

Yo, hah huh, yo em

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

[Verse -
Hey yo Boobonic, tightest nigga around here
I'm next level, motherfuckers is
Niggaz call me a square, I clock
Cause I'm eating from four in one block, get it?
Bottom I'm the shit at all times
through in the five, grippin all dimes
Let's weigh to yours
I went to Vegas in '94, mind you I'm 20
wit a whole 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
Y'all faggot rappers can't fuck wit

- Rosco P. Coldchain] (2x)
Y'all niggaz walk wit no
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 scared y'all
Look, I I ain't scared
Six shots at his mink cap, watch our
Look the bout to die and he don't even know it
I fucked wit a chicks that I don't even go at
Have a suit from the coppers, the dope even throw it
And y'all never knew I'm mad cause I won't even it
Calm demeanor, flips when I palm the
I'm gifted, get shit from Argentina
vicious pimps but they moms is meaner
Got big tit chicks, Lord should see 'em
The boss is heavy, let off and steady
Or even straight through the like Dorsey Levy

[Verse - Mr.
In the ML 430, crack and twist em
Bruce'll fall bitch see the solar system
Hoes - kiss em, fuck get a dick sucked
You better than what? hoes than who?
na nigga ball like Mr. Man and Boo
Gucci from the suit, shirt belt to the
Now tell me what the fuck am I to do?
my block getting money, everything is fine
Cop two bricks, stole ride roun'
Now I'm the shit, the clique is
And we six hours shift, fuck school
Fuck ice, I got heat blow your cool

[Verse - P. Coldchain]
think they can stand infront of me? Wit that ice on
Like as if Rosco make their brains all crispy
I'm far from patient, it something minor to push me
I my name was self explanatory, y'all niggaz be asking for it
Rosco's slang term for gun, P's for
nigga I'll take yours and sport it
And if you pussies got something to say that
You can chit chat wit me and my gat, that day that
On the spot, that moment, that second about
I'll pull the Heckling, cock, and to pop
Heat from the stove, oven stuffing your top
And while on the pavement bleeding to death
proceed to inspect - your pockets
Fingers, wrists, and neck
I want the platinum rings, watches, including

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

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