Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Leaf (No Relief)

(featuring Clipse, & Rosco P. Coldchain)

[Pharrell in

Yo, hah huh, yo em

[Verse - T]
Kard' in me, I too angry 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 and putting cock in whore
Love expensive of stones with pocket doors
I fuck white whives, that drive fives
Go to court, testify for me and tell white
I pull up, the people say "HOT them boys!"
22 but childish how we cop toys
Sorry myself, kinda hard to stop it
and my ski nose, piece out of the pocket

[Verse -
Hey yo it's Boobonic, tightest around here
I'm level, motherfuckers is downstairs
Niggaz call me a square, I clock
Cause I'm eating from four in one block, get it?
line I'm the shit at all times
Come in the five, grippin all dimes
weigh mine to yours
I to Vegas 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, I'm next in the game to shine
Y'all faggot rappers can't wit mine

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

- Fam-Lay]
Fam-Lay ain't y'all
Look, I swear I ain't
Six shots at his mink cap, our shit
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 from the coppers, the dope won't even throw it
And y'all never knew I'm mad cause I won't even it
demeanor, flips when I palm the nina
I'm gifted, get shit straight Argentina
Three pimps but they moms is meaner
Got big tit chicks, Lord y'all see 'em
The boss is heavy, let off and steady
Or even straight the middle like Dorsey Levy

- Mr. Man]
In the ML 430, crack and twist em
Bruce'll back bitch see the solar system
Hoes - kiss em, fuck get a dick sucked
You better than what? More hoes than
Can't na ball like Mr. Man and Boo
Gucci from the suit, shirt to the suit
Now tell me what the fuck am I to do?
When my block money, everything is fine
Cop two bricks, stole ride nine
Now I'm the shit, the is cool
And we boost six hours shift, fuck
Fuck ice, I got heat that'll blow cool

[Verse - Rosco P.
Playas think can stand infront of me? Wit that ice on
Like as if Rosco wouldn't make their brains all
I'm far patient, it take something minor to push me
I thought my name was 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 got something to say about that
You can chit chat wit me and my gat, day about that
On the spot, that moment, second about that
pull the Heckling, cock, and commense to pop
Heat from the stove, oven baking your top
And you're on the pavement bleeding to death
I'll proceed to - your pockets
Fingers, wrists, and neck
I want the platinum rings, watches, 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 quite
I chase that paper, being broke? that's
What's worse than a group a niggaz wit no
We skip to the front of the and don't pay
His at the foot of the bed, you don't say
Fill his wit more holes than crochet
No deal go down wit out a gun
Cause I'm raw like a Harley wit bars

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