Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Cokeboy

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

(La de Harry Fraud)

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

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

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

(La musica de Fraud)

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

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

Rallies on the roll, never fold
Mommy, you ain't got to take a to hit the pole
bounce it up and down, spread it all around
Hit the off, pass it all around
I'm talking about the money, I'm about them m's
I'm talking the rollie, 67 pins
Few with me, couple in the Benz
said I'm foul, she heard I hit her friends
Rocks in bake pot, starting from a dope spot
my first couple hundred whipping on a stove top
Me and Frenchie, in that new ghost
Comfy where I'm at, but I could been a, could have been a

Could have a pilot, could have been a doctor
have been a pimp, could have been a mobster
Could have been a mack, could been a dope boy
matter 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 wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin boy

Any given time, bands in grill
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, know you see the fin
Treadin' up-shore, these hoes won't
My be the bait, the fish getting in
Knocked out her tube sock, gave the whole whops'
Shine on the 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, have been a

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

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

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