Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Leaf (No Relief)

(featuring Clipse, & Rosco P. Coldchain)

in background]

Yo, hah huh, yo em

- Pusha T]
Kard' in me, I flow too for some
myself I waving a gun
Cocked the banger, the barrell, pop minus one
Pop again, lay his men now it's down
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, hard to stop it
Glock and my ski nose, out of the pocket

[Verse -
Hey yo it's Boobonic, tightest around here
I'm next level, is downstairs
Niggaz call me a square, I clock
Cause I'm eating from corners in one block, get it?
Bottom line I'm the at all times
Come through in the five, all dimes
weigh mine to yours
I went to in '94, mind you I'm only 20
Ain't wit a whole lotta shit, money
I'm so paid, why you niggaz so funny
X ya name, cause I'm in the game to shine
Y'all rappers can't fuck wit mine

[Chorus - Rosco P. (2x)
Y'all walk wit no belief
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 scared
Look, I I ain't scared
Six shots at his mink cap, our shit
Look the nigga bout to die and he don't know it
I fucked wit a chicks that I don't even 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
Calm demeanor, flips when I palm the
I'm gifted, get shit straight from
Three vicious pimps but they is meaner
Got big tit chicks, Lord y'all see 'em
The boss is heavy, let off cross and
Or even straight through the middle Dorsey Levy

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

[Verse - P. Coldchain]
think they can stand infront of me? Wit that ice on
Like as if wouldn't make their brains all crispy
I'm far from patient, it something minor to push me
I thought my name was self explanatory, y'all niggaz be for it
Rosco's 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, day about that
On the spot, moment, that second about that
I'll the Heckling, cock, and commense to pop
Heat from the stove, oven stuffing your top
And while you're on the bleeding to death
I'll proceed to inspect - pockets
Fingers, wrists, and neck
I want the rings, watches, including baguettes

- Malice]
When I come wit 10 friends and a cross beam
Red dot on his offspring
Far from fiction what I kick in these
I'm the proud pop of them twin fo
Mac and milly, ice quite 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 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
Cause I'm raw like a Harley wit monkey

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