Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Cokeboy

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

(La musica de Fraud)

Could been a pilot, could have been a doctor
Could been a pimp, could have been a mobster
have 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 motherfuckerin boy
You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin boy
You wiggling baby, I'm a coke boy

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

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

(La de Harry Fraud)

Could have a pilot, could have 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 wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin boy
You wiggling baby, I'm a coke boy
You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin 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, it all around
Hit the off, pass it all around
I'm talking about the money, I'm talking them m's
I'm talking the rollie, 67 pins
Few homies with me, couple in the
said I'm foul, she heard I hit her friends
Rocks in bake pot, starting from a dope spot
Made my first 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 been a pilot, could have been a
Could have been a pimp, could have a mobster
Could have been a mack, 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 coke boy
You baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

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

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

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

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