Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Leaf (No Relief)

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

in background]

Yo, hah huh, yo em

[Verse - T]
Kard' in me, I flow too for some
Introduce I waving a gun
Cocked the banger, filled the barrell, pop one
Pop again, lay his men flee now down
Known for popping four and putting cock in
Love expensive homes of with pocket doors
I fuck white whives, that white fives
Go to court, for me and tell white lies
I pull up, the people say "HOT them boys!"
22 but how we cop them toys
Sorry myself, kinda hard to stop it
and my ski nose, piece out of the pocket

[Verse -
Hey yo it's Boobonic, nigga around here
I'm next level, is downstairs
Niggaz call me a square, when I
Cause I'm eating from four 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 went to in '94, mind you I'm only 20
Ain't wit a whole lotta shit, just
I'm so paid, that's why you niggaz so
X ya name, I'm next in the game to shine
Y'all faggot can't fuck wit mine

- Rosco P. Coldchain] (2x)
Y'all niggaz walk wit no
Y'all niggaz talk wit no
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 scared
Six at his mink cap, watch our shit
Look the nigga bout to die and he don't 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 I'm mad cause I won't even show it
Calm demeanor, flips when I palm the
I'm gifted, get straight from Argentina
vicious pimps but they moms is meaner
Got big tit chicks, Lord y'all see 'em
The boss is heavy, let off cross and
Or even straight the middle like Dorsey Levy

[Verse - Mr.
In the ML 430, block crack and em
Bruce'll fall back see the solar system
Hoes - never kiss em, get a dick sucked
You better than what? 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?
my block getting money, everything is fine
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 your cool

[Verse - P. Coldchain]
think they can stand infront of me? Wit that ice on
Like as if Rosco wouldn't their brains all crispy
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
Coldchain nigga I'll yours and sport it
And if you pussies got to say about that
You can chat wit me and my gat, that day about that
On the spot, that moment, that second about
I'll pull the Heckling, cock, and to pop
Heat from the stove, oven stuffing baking top
And you're on the pavement bleeding to death
I'll proceed to inspect - pockets
Fingers, wrists, and your
I the platinum rings, watches, including baguettes

[Verse -
When I come it's wit 10 friends and a cross
Red dot pulsating on his
Far from what I kick in these flows
I'm the pop of them twin fo fo's
Mac and nine milly, ice quite
I chase that paper, 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 at the foot of the bed, you don't say
Fill his Dolce wit more than crochet
No deal go wit out a gun involved
I'm raw like a Harley wit monkey bars

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