Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Leaf (No Relief)

(featuring Clipse, & Rosco P. Coldchain)

in background]

Yo, hah huh, yo em

[Verse - 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 popping and putting cock in whore
Love expensive homes of stones with pocket
I fuck whives, that drive 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 hard to it
Glock and my ski nose, piece out of the

- Boobonic]
Hey yo it's Boobonic, tightest nigga here
I'm next level, is downstairs
Niggaz call me a square, I clock
I'm eating from four corners in one block, get it?
Bottom line I'm the shit at all
Come in the five, grippin all dimes
Let's mine to yours
I to Vegas in '94, mind you I'm only 20
Ain't wit a whole lotta shit, money
I'm so paid, that's why you niggaz so
X ya name, cause I'm next in the to shine
faggot rappers can't fuck wit mine

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

[Verse -
ain't scared y'all
Look, I I ain't scared
Six at his mink cap, watch our shit
Look the bout 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 even show it
demeanor, flips when I palm the nina
I'm gifted, get shit straight from
Three vicious pimps but moms is meaner
Got big tit chicks, y'all should see 'em
The boss is heavy, let off cross and
Or even straight through the middle Dorsey Levy

- Mr. Man]
In the ML 430, block and twist em
Bruce'll fall back bitch see the solar
Hoes - never em, fuck get a dick sucked
You better what? More hoes than who?
Can't na nigga like Mr. Man and Boo
Gucci from the suit, belt to the suit
Now tell me what the am I supposed to do?
When my block getting money, everything is
Cop two bricks, stole ride nine
Now I'm the shit, the clique is
And we boost six hours shift, fuck
Fuck ice, I got heat that'll blow cool

[Verse - P. Coldchain]
Playas they can stand infront of me? Wit that ice on
as if Rosco wouldn't make their brains all crispy
I'm far from patient, it take something to push me
I thought my name was self explanatory, y'all be asking for it
slang term for gun, P's for Porter
Coldchain nigga I'll take yours and it
And if you got something to say about that
You can chit chat wit me and my gat, that day about
On the spot, that moment, that about that
pull the Heckling, cock, and commense to pop
Heat from the stove, stuffing baking your top
And while on the pavement bleeding to death
proceed to inspect - your pockets
Fingers, wrists, and your
I want the rings, watches, including baguettes

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

- to fade]