Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

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

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

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I spray on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, on 'em
I'm mad on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my on 'em

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
Numero uno, me Yoko
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
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll

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

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
quieren 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 fling
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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