Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Leaf (No Relief)

(featuring Clipse, & Rosco P. Coldchain)

[Pharrell in

Yo, hah huh, yo em

[Verse - T]
in me, I flow too angry for some
Introduce I waving 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
expensive homes of stones with pocket doors
I white whives, that drive white fives
Go to court, testify for me and tell white
When I pull up, the people say "HOT boys!"
22 but how we cop them toys
Sorry contradict myself, kinda to stop it
and my ski nose, piece out of the pocket

[Verse -
Hey yo Boobonic, tightest nigga around here
I'm next level, is downstairs
call me a square, when I clock
Cause I'm from four corners in one block, get it?
Bottom line I'm the at all times
Come through in the five, grippin all
weigh mine to yours
I went to Vegas in '94, mind you I'm 20
Ain't wit a lotta shit, just 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 - Rosco P. (2x)
Y'all niggaz walk wit no
Y'all niggaz talk wit no
When you see me wit .44 know it's me
Give up cash, or that pack, or that cocoa leaf

- Fam-Lay]
Fam-Lay ain't scared
Look, I swear I ain't
Six shots at his 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 suit from the coppers, the won't even throw it
And y'all never knew I'm mad cause I won't show it
Calm demeanor, flips I palm the nina
I'm gifted, get shit straight from
vicious 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 through the middle like Dorsey

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

[Verse - P. Coldchain]
Playas think they can stand of me? Wit that ice on
as if Rosco wouldn't make their brains all crispy
I'm far from patient, it take minor to push me
I thought my name was 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 about that
I'll pull the Heckling, cock, and to pop
Heat from the stove, stuffing baking your top
And you're on the pavement bleeding to death
I'll to inspect - your pockets
Fingers, wrists, and your
I want the rings, watches, including baguettes

- Malice]
When I come it's wit 10 and a cross beam
Red dot on his offspring
Far fiction what I kick in these flows
I'm the proud pop of twin fo fo's
Mac and nine milly, ice chilly
I that paper, being broke? that's silly
What's worse than a 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 holes than crochet
No deal go wit out a gun involved
Cause I'm raw like a Harley wit monkey

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