Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that Coco nigga number one, uh
lotta gang shit
Haha, bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
for my stomach, let's go!
Yo!

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in thing things and them things fling
know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the of it
If I tell 'em eat food, they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they a crack of it
If they grab your chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, worth a on it
That's to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, out to uptown
You I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, on 'em
I'm mad on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the triple on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A greased on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I might on 'em
do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my on 'em

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in thing things and them things fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Gimme bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento skully to the
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me that
spit on my chest, back like I left
Went down I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me,
Nick, come it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco my foot dem, C's pon my licka
Pretty red boots, see box but I never see them chop
They say try I-I-I-I

The this, them mowin' up my day
Them bitches in them bum-ass thigh highs
On my clip, blue chip get hooked in bright
Gun slingers, let me see gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick
Nicki's, little Inga

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them fling
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll

Foxy plus one is me, young
And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm
So tell 'em run, come and a lump sum
Ayo Fox, don't make us or break us, word to young guns
Put hands up
Unless they do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi vibes
call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically
Who she? It's like we she dyin'
Bitch see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em a guillotine
All jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,