Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Coke Boy (Remix)

Nigga up in the spot
Wearing that same shit Jesus used to (Egyptian cloths)
The other nigga talking that fly

(La de Harry Fraud)

Could been a pilot, could have been a doctor
have been a pimp, could have been a mobster
Could have a mack, could have been a dope boy
Homie matter of fact, I'm a motherfuckerin' boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a coke boy
You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin boy
You wiggling baby, I'm a coke boy
You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin boy

Hey yo Chinx, pull that shit man
They ain't ready for that
Harry you a motherfuckin' problem boy, damn

walk up in the spot
Wearing that same Jesus used to wear (Egyptian cloths)
The nigga talking that fly shit

(La musica de Fraud)

Could have been a pilot, have been a doctor
have been a pimp, could have been a mobster
Could been a mack, could have been a dope boy
Homie of fact, I'm a motherfuckerin' coke boy

You baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy
You baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy
You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin boy
You wiggling baby, I'm a coke boy

Rallies on the roll, prezies fold
Mommy, you ain't got to take a to hit the pole
Just bounce it up and down, spread it all
Hit the off, pass it all around
I'm about the money, I'm talking about them m's
I'm about the rollie, 67 pins
Few homies me, couple in the Benz
Shawty said I'm foul, she I hit her friends
Rocks in bake pot, starting from a dope spot
Made my first couple whipping on a stove top
Me and Frenchie, in that new Phantom
Comfy where I'm at, but I could have been a, could been a

Could have been a pilot, could have a doctor
Could have a pimp, could have been a mobster
Could been a mack, could have been a dope boy
Homie of fact, I'm a motherfuckerin' coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin boy
You wiggling baby, I'm a coke boy
You wiggling baby, I'm a coke boy
You baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

Any given time, bands in your
Ten toes down, both hands on the
Probably on a molly, probably on syrup
They know I'm putting off, on the bleachers cheer us
City on my back, lames in the
Coupe like a shark, you lames see the fin
Treadin' up-shore, hoes won't swim
My wrists be the bait, the fish in
Knocked out her tube sock, gave the crew whops'
on the game like your head when the roof drop
A bum then, and you're a bum now
Always been a clown, but you could have been a, could been a

Could have been a pilot, could been a doctor
Could have been a pimp, have been a mobster
Could have been a mack, could have a dope boy
Homie matter of fact, I'm a coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a coke boy
You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin boy
You wiggling baby, I'm a coke boy
You wiggling baby, I'm a coke boy

Go ahead, baby, go ahead,
Go ahead, baby, go ahead,