Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta gang
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that shit nigga number one, uh
Whole lotta gang
Haha, bitch 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
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
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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

She got the bundles, worth a stack on it
word to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, shout out to
You know I on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, 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 breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and light on 'em
I see the copycats my steez on 'em

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

some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento to the back
Fuck my at? Come make me dirty that
spit on my chest, back like I left
Went down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow
King fox, King Kong, on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me,
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 this, them mowin' up my day
bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
On my clip, blue chip get hooked in eyes
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun
Y'all bitches dick
Little Nicki's, little

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing and them things fling
know 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 plus one is me, young
And me, I can up the place, I'm done
So tell 'em run, come and a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to young
Put your up
Unless they ever do it, em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi vibes
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss,
Got real shooters, better D up,
Who me? I'm physically
Who she? It's like we she dyin'
ain't see the board in 2017
Had to drop on 'em like a guillotine
All jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,