Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

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 llama
Pull up in them thing things and them fling
know 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

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

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
That's to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I 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 gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang on 'em
I pull up on the bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I might on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and light on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

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

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

The bloodclaat this, mowin' up my day
Them bitches in them Louis thigh highs
On my clip, blue get hooked in bright eyes
Gun slingers, let me see gun fingers
Y'all bitches riders
Little Nicki's, little

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing things and things 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 sting-sting

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, they don't us or break us, word to young guns
Put hands up
Unless they ever do it, em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi real
They me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm fine
Who she? like we know she dyin'
Bitch see the board in 2017
Had to drop on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,